// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
Frustration bubbles and burns within him, but he makes it outside — into the bustling sounds of Haulani along the alleys and the sunset dipping overhead. There’s too many things for him to focus on right now, so many that he finds himself dragging on the cigarette as each one comes to mind, so much so that the first cigarette feels like it’s gone in an instant. Pemota is a welcome distraction, however, the calming starlight washing over his skin, armor, and wings. Until he can clear his head enough to make a plan.
It isn’t a good plan, but it’s the only one he can stomach right now. He waits until the second cigarette is done, stamping it beneath his boot, his wings tucking in tighter, unable to banish them completely. I’m going home. She and I can talk later but I need a lot more than a minute. I’m sorry. He calls down the bond to Nate, a bit of a bite in his tone that’s completely unintentional, but surely Nate won’t take it personally.
At this point he doesn’t care about his hurt jaw, either, stepping through Haulani until he’s out in the open, shifting into his dragon shift completely and taking to the skies to head home as quickly as possible, hoping to bunker himself within it at least for the next few hours, maybe even a day.
It isn’t a good plan, but it’s the only one he can stomach right now. He waits until the second cigarette is done, stamping it beneath his boot, his wings tucking in tighter, unable to banish them completely. I’m going home. She and I can talk later but I need a lot more than a minute. I’m sorry. He calls down the bond to Nate, a bit of a bite in his tone that’s completely unintentional, but surely Nate won’t take it personally.
At this point he doesn’t care about his hurt jaw, either, stepping through Haulani until he’s out in the open, shifting into his dragon shift completely and taking to the skies to head home as quickly as possible, hoping to bunker himself within it at least for the next few hours, maybe even a day.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
