don't you know i'm no good for you?
He’s heard these arguments before – and gods, if he could paint out how much he regrets it for everyone to see, he would. But he can’t, and instead is forced to remain there in a way where he can’t help but to wait for the needles to subside, hissing against the discomfort. “She knew the entire time that I wasn’t going to Halo. I told her I’d come and visit, and I did. I made a bar where she could hide away if she needed some time away. Her and Weaver worked together to make things for it. Do not pretend she lost her friendships when she came to visit me here.” He nearly growls.
“She did make her own choice. It was about time she did rather than worry about what everyone else had to say.” He stares at the silver dragon, pangs of anxiety and still that fear deep within, masked by the fury of his words, the shift of a sneer on his face. The mask to hide what he’s truly feeling deep within. “And the result of that is this. And we have to live with it.” Muscles feather in his jaw as he glares at the dragon, heart thundering and pounding in his chest and his ears.
And then Jigano speaks of his track record, and he scoffs to that, tearing his gaze away from Jigano to shake his head and run a trembling hand through his hair. “The first time, I was blighted and drunk. The second time? Yeah, I was looking for an out. I was manipulated into that marriage, so I took the chance I could to get out.” He snaps, gaze flickering back toward the dragon, hardened steel and shadows hidden and dancing within. “I asked Maea for space because of that. Of needing to figure my shit out so I wouldn’t hurt her worse. And she understood, Jigano. She understood when she came back to my house weeks after the initial argument and helped me fix parts of it up before going back to Halo.” He shakes his head again. “You know, I didn’t even know that she was here when she came back for the whale hunt.”
“She did make her own choice. It was about time she did rather than worry about what everyone else had to say.” He stares at the silver dragon, pangs of anxiety and still that fear deep within, masked by the fury of his words, the shift of a sneer on his face. The mask to hide what he’s truly feeling deep within. “And the result of that is this. And we have to live with it.” Muscles feather in his jaw as he glares at the dragon, heart thundering and pounding in his chest and his ears.
And then Jigano speaks of his track record, and he scoffs to that, tearing his gaze away from Jigano to shake his head and run a trembling hand through his hair. “The first time, I was blighted and drunk. The second time? Yeah, I was looking for an out. I was manipulated into that marriage, so I took the chance I could to get out.” He snaps, gaze flickering back toward the dragon, hardened steel and shadows hidden and dancing within. “I asked Maea for space because of that. Of needing to figure my shit out so I wouldn’t hurt her worse. And she understood, Jigano. She understood when she came back to my house weeks after the initial argument and helped me fix parts of it up before going back to Halo.” He shakes his head again. “You know, I didn’t even know that she was here when she came back for the whale hunt.”
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.
