if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
It doesn’t take long before Delphia stands before him – greeting him in such a way that his jaw clenches and his steel gaze narrows on the demigod. “I came as soon as I read the notice board.” He says – because he wasn’t in the Grounds that often anymore, having found his place in Torchline and working on the bar in Halo. He’d only come back there when necessary.
So he pauses, shifting his weight from one leg to the next beneath the cloak that the stands beneath letting it avert the water from his skin. “So why wasn’t I added to that list?” He’s ready for another awkward round two – only this time instead of finding out the death firsthand, he already knows. It’s what she has to say after that he wants to hear. He certainly is sure he struck enough of a chord in Maea’s life to have had something said about him.
Still, he can’t help the cold reflects from him, the mask and stone built up to keep everything within, watching the woman before him with a narrow stormy gaze.
So he pauses, shifting his weight from one leg to the next beneath the cloak that the stands beneath letting it avert the water from his skin. “So why wasn’t I added to that list?” He’s ready for another awkward round two – only this time instead of finding out the death firsthand, he already knows. It’s what she has to say after that he wants to hear. He certainly is sure he struck enough of a chord in Maea’s life to have had something said about him.
Still, he can’t help the cold reflects from him, the mask and stone built up to keep everything within, watching the woman before him with a narrow stormy gaze.
are we laughing at the danger?
are we dancing after death, you and I?
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
