don't you know i'm no good for you?
Things were… well, things were happening. He can still feel that slow buzzing in the back of his mind from just a day prior, once everything had gone to shit and his body lit up like a Christmas tree. He’s still riding the waves of that when he’s settled upstairs in the Slagveld, through the door to the Advocates, exhaustion weighing heavily in his bones. He’d tried to assure Nate it wasn’t his intention to get fucked up yet again, but here he is. Sore and exactly as he always was.
But the sound of Wessex’s voice ringing through seems to singe with sadness, and while he can’t see what goes on below, it has his heart lurching in his chest. He’s slow to start the descent of the stairs, slow to getting to the bottom until he’s warmed up enough, and then he sees Wessex with Hotaru curled up on the couch.
Already his worry and fear is palpable, a rippling of navy feathers coating his shoulders and half down his arms, rushing far faster now to Hotaru’s side — his steel gaze scanning her, a hand lifting to run along blonde hair. He ensures to himself that she’s still alive, calming a small amount in his attempts. And then he looks to Wessex, confusion and exhaustion lingering in his stare. “What happened?” Comes the question, voice thickly accented.
But the sound of Wessex’s voice ringing through seems to singe with sadness, and while he can’t see what goes on below, it has his heart lurching in his chest. He’s slow to start the descent of the stairs, slow to getting to the bottom until he’s warmed up enough, and then he sees Wessex with Hotaru curled up on the couch.
Already his worry and fear is palpable, a rippling of navy feathers coating his shoulders and half down his arms, rushing far faster now to Hotaru’s side — his steel gaze scanning her, a hand lifting to run along blonde hair. He ensures to himself that she’s still alive, calming a small amount in his attempts. And then he looks to Wessex, confusion and exhaustion lingering in his stare. “What happened?” Comes the question, voice thickly accented.
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.
