and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
Haai absolutely has no qualms in showing off for the dragon – the griffin spreading her iridescent wings wide as she glides through the warm air, letting the temperature changes affect her feathers in dips and curves that she maneuvers with precision. And when she’s done showing a decent amount of the ropes to the dragonling, does she fall back to watch Loki as she ventures and perhaps tries to replicate it.
At first, Sunjata didn’t have much else to say regarding their little deal – not until Wessex speaks up again and his steel gaze finds her. “I have to do what Remi tells me while I’m working or maintaining a face for Torchline.” He rumbles, as honestly as he can before his tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug. “But that doesn’t mean it’ll stop the Guildleader from helping his guildmates, hm?” A small half smirk is shot Wessex’s direction, before a brow raises ever so slightly.
“Do you think it will? Go the other way, that is.” And suddenly, the worries for Nate infiltrate his chest again, exhaling a quiet sigh as he waits for the response.
At first, Sunjata didn’t have much else to say regarding their little deal – not until Wessex speaks up again and his steel gaze finds her. “I have to do what Remi tells me while I’m working or maintaining a face for Torchline.” He rumbles, as honestly as he can before his tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug. “But that doesn’t mean it’ll stop the Guildleader from helping his guildmates, hm?” A small half smirk is shot Wessex’s direction, before a brow raises ever so slightly.
“Do you think it will? Go the other way, that is.” And suddenly, the worries for Nate infiltrate his chest again, exhaling a quiet sigh as he waits for the response.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bulletproof
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.
