my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
“In the middle of the day? I’d make an awful thief.” He remarks, glancing over his shoulder to look toward Amalia as he lowers the pane of glass into place, pausing to grab a flat instrument to press the sealant into it to better hold the glass before he’s holding it up to dry with one hand — the other pulling the cigarette from his lips.
Confusion flares within him in the form of a raised brow as she mentions that she could just go instead of helping, blissfully unaware of the drama between his fiancé and Safrin’s Shield. The galaxy within the ink of his tattoo shifts ever so slightly as he turns to face Amalia a bit more fully, stamping out the cigarette with the edge of his boot.
“You’re welcome to stay and help?” He offers, equally unsure before nodding his head toward the next window over on the porch. Of course Haai is interested as well, a puff of smoke slipping from her maw as she stands and goes to investigate Amalia. “That window could start losing some of its broken panes.” Comes the easy suggestion, still unsure and realizing slowly just how awkward this was.
“Deimos mentioned you’re on your honeymoon. Congrats.” He offers, sincerely, turning to the window and cleaning up more of the sealant he’s chosen to use.
Confusion flares within him in the form of a raised brow as she mentions that she could just go instead of helping, blissfully unaware of the drama between his fiancé and Safrin’s Shield. The galaxy within the ink of his tattoo shifts ever so slightly as he turns to face Amalia a bit more fully, stamping out the cigarette with the edge of his boot.
“You’re welcome to stay and help?” He offers, equally unsure before nodding his head toward the next window over on the porch. Of course Haai is interested as well, a puff of smoke slipping from her maw as she stands and goes to investigate Amalia. “That window could start losing some of its broken panes.” Comes the easy suggestion, still unsure and realizing slowly just how awkward this was.
“Deimos mentioned you’re on your honeymoon. Congrats.” He offers, sincerely, turning to the window and cleaning up more of the sealant he’s chosen to use.
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
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.
