if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
He almost bristles at the gentleness of her tone. It burns against him, while he begins to smolder and break apart internally. He doesn’t want this, but it must be done, right? There’s a flame to the back of his throat, some sort of burning that he can’t quite place despite the cold to the air, and it keeps him silent while she continues on – a question ringing in the air of his own uncertainty, of his own discomfort, tired of getting tasks and claiming to make him feel better when he’d much prefer to just burn and bristle until he inevitably burns out.
Would he do it? He supposes it depends. What was the ritual? Would he ever be in a space ready to try? He can’t tell, so he remains silent a bit longer, weighing the pro’s and con’s of it. Eventually, he heaves a heavy sigh and looks away from her again, eyes shutting tight as he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose before his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “What is it?” He asks.
Would he do it? He supposes it depends. What was the ritual? Would he ever be in a space ready to try? He can’t tell, so he remains silent a bit longer, weighing the pro’s and con’s of it. Eventually, he heaves a heavy sigh and looks away from her again, eyes shutting tight as he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose before his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “What is it?” He asks.
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.
