the sea speaks a little more honestly
What are they celebrating? Well that’s certainly a distracting question. The gut instinct to respond with is ‘being alone’ but that’s neither celebrating nor is it fun. So instead his lip curls in a smirk as he swirls the rest of the whiskey in the glass, letting his gaze drift to it. “Not particularly celebrating, actually.” He informs Thomas. “More like indulging, given the fact I can’t so much anymore.” There. Still a fun answer without getting too deep.
He doesn’t miss the look Thomas gives him, the way his words do boost his spirits a bit even if it’s surface level. And it’s that easy acceptance and amusement that crosses his face as he dips his head in a bit of a nod. “It’s the height most people notice first.” He flashes a wink Thomas’ way, as if he were gently prompting for more compliments, craving a form of ego boost he hasn’t had in some time. But he does lean forward a fraction, cradling the glass in his hands. “Then I suppose it’s the scars.” The smirk tilts up the edge of his ruined cheek as he regards Thomas with a hint more intensity in his steel gaze.
He doesn’t miss the look Thomas gives him, the way his words do boost his spirits a bit even if it’s surface level. And it’s that easy acceptance and amusement that crosses his face as he dips his head in a bit of a nod. “It’s the height most people notice first.” He flashes a wink Thomas’ way, as if he were gently prompting for more compliments, craving a form of ego boost he hasn’t had in some time. But he does lean forward a fraction, cradling the glass in his hands. “Then I suppose it’s the scars.” The smirk tilts up the edge of his ruined cheek as he regards Thomas with a hint more intensity in his steel gaze.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
