if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
“I can only imagine.” He hums, though there is some glimmer of understanding beneath that mind of his. He understands what it means to have yourself on the edge of a rope, still working, still continuing on, because that’s the only thing you could do. And if he could personally stay as far away from that as possible, he was often a much happier person. He imagines Ray would appreciate the option to not get that far as well.
So it’s easy for him to tack on her daggers, to watch as she glares and almost flounders, that grin on his face growing much more amused. “Nope. There isn’t.” He flashes her a wink as the merchant moves to grab the daggers, to wrap them up nicely for Ray while the Governor shifts his attention to the woman beside him a bit more fully. “You’re welcome.” He rumbles with another easy grin. “If you’re determined on paying back, perhaps I’ll have something I need help with later on.” His shoulders shrug easily.
So it’s easy for him to tack on her daggers, to watch as she glares and almost flounders, that grin on his face growing much more amused. “Nope. There isn’t.” He flashes her a wink as the merchant moves to grab the daggers, to wrap them up nicely for Ray while the Governor shifts his attention to the woman beside him a bit more fully. “You’re welcome.” He rumbles with another easy grin. “If you’re determined on paying back, perhaps I’ll have something I need help with later on.” His shoulders shrug easily.
with wings that burn and boys who fall
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.
