ransom notes keep falling out your mouth, mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
There’s a silent thank you he sends up to nowhere in particular as Neron doesn’t pry. It’s easier that way, to shove it under the rug and pretend it doesn’t exist. As it were, however, his attention is brought to the cigarettes pulled out, his wings ruffling with the movement as he slips one out and strikes a match to light it, drawing deep from it and exhaling a bit of the smoke atop the chilled glass before taking another sip.
Steel eyes are drawn to the papers, with the question offered of who’s running the VlamVloed. “It’s been going through hands lately. Nobody in particular at the moment.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Which is why Nate checks in on it so often. We’ve moved everything here to Torchline at the very least so there’s nothing left behind.” A pause as he raises a brow in quiet amusement. “Not much drama happening in the Grounds that I already don’t know about anyway thanks to the Queen and Nate.” So it didn’t particularly matter, did it?
He’d prefer to have a hand on it, just as Neron handled the Kraai, just as he himself handled the Slagveld… But the majority of those in the Advocates had drifted from the Grounds. And now the bar sat more as a memory, a beginning to spark the rest of the pursuit rather than a staple. A pity, to be honest. "How has the Kraai been?"
Steel eyes are drawn to the papers, with the question offered of who’s running the VlamVloed. “It’s been going through hands lately. Nobody in particular at the moment.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Which is why Nate checks in on it so often. We’ve moved everything here to Torchline at the very least so there’s nothing left behind.” A pause as he raises a brow in quiet amusement. “Not much drama happening in the Grounds that I already don’t know about anyway thanks to the Queen and Nate.” So it didn’t particularly matter, did it?
He’d prefer to have a hand on it, just as Neron handled the Kraai, just as he himself handled the Slagveld… But the majority of those in the Advocates had drifted from the Grounds. And now the bar sat more as a memory, a beginning to spark the rest of the pursuit rather than a staple. A pity, to be honest. "How has the Kraai been?"
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.
