don't you know i'm no good for you?
His lips twitch with something akin to a frown as Jigano speaks of using every last bit. “I thought so too when Amalia had offered Jyoti as the rare heart.” And he had denied her, for the attempts to go and speak with a dragon, to convince it to help — only, only it hadn’t worked. Still, the anger makes way for something else — perhaps a bit of panic as Jigano shifts to a dragon, gleaming in the light that could appear white if looked at just right.
He remembers the ice, the chill, the cries. The hollow sound of gunshots and more ice, and he tries to move, to stand, to do something only to find himself completely immobile. And that’s when the fear begins to set in, the inability to move, to be trapped. At least his mind is still working, racing as it is. Believe it or not, Jigano, you’re not my first thought. He snaps, frustrated as the fear continues to coat his end of the attuned bond. And who was I to know that the dragon we sought wasn’t of a companion size. Before that, you were the only one I saw. How was I to know those things might be the same here? His attuned voice drips with the hints of a snarl, body still as can be.
But then, then it only seems to get worse at the mention of Ascended lovers, wanting nothing more than to laugh in the face of it all. Pins and needles beginning to start uncomfortably in his feet and legs, arms and hands. Oh, so now you finally choose to listen to her? He snaps, shooting Jigano a glare. She loved Halo, you know. She nearly didn’t go because you had been disappointed with the idea of her going and training. But you know what? She got better. Stronger. Made new friends and lasting relationships that you would have kept her from. God, he can’t stop himself now, but at least his lips feel less numb and he can speak normally again.
“Go ahead, Jigano. Paint me this picture of how I’m supposed to cope when I’ve lost someone I love not once or twice, but three times.” He growls, a sneer crossing his face, feathers ruffling along inked tattoos.
He remembers the ice, the chill, the cries. The hollow sound of gunshots and more ice, and he tries to move, to stand, to do something only to find himself completely immobile. And that’s when the fear begins to set in, the inability to move, to be trapped. At least his mind is still working, racing as it is. Believe it or not, Jigano, you’re not my first thought. He snaps, frustrated as the fear continues to coat his end of the attuned bond. And who was I to know that the dragon we sought wasn’t of a companion size. Before that, you were the only one I saw. How was I to know those things might be the same here? His attuned voice drips with the hints of a snarl, body still as can be.
But then, then it only seems to get worse at the mention of Ascended lovers, wanting nothing more than to laugh in the face of it all. Pins and needles beginning to start uncomfortably in his feet and legs, arms and hands. Oh, so now you finally choose to listen to her? He snaps, shooting Jigano a glare. She loved Halo, you know. She nearly didn’t go because you had been disappointed with the idea of her going and training. But you know what? She got better. Stronger. Made new friends and lasting relationships that you would have kept her from. God, he can’t stop himself now, but at least his lips feel less numb and he can speak normally again.
“Go ahead, Jigano. Paint me this picture of how I’m supposed to cope when I’ve lost someone I love not once or twice, but three times.” He growls, a sneer crossing his face, feathers ruffling along inked tattoos.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
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.
