daydream about me, and i know that you hate the nights without me
A look of surprise crosses his face, one that’s feigned as he feels the edge of a smirk creeping up on him. “Me? Forgetful?” He says in feigned upset that she has the audacity to suggest such an outlandish thing. Never mind the fact he’d spent most of the Climb Fever unable to remember virtually anything aside from his wedding and the time he and Nate had accidentally burned their house down.
So they toast soon after, and he compliments her thoughts on separating the buildings, letting her explain her thoughts to him further and making a mental note to make sure he fixes the records he keeps in his office over such things. “It sounds like you’ve thought a lot about it, too.” He offers with a brighter, crookedly boyish smile that crosses his face instead, his gaze lingering on her when he goes to lean in and comment on his volunteering.
His hand falls away from her and he can see the flush that spreads across her cheeks, the way she leans in, and the breathiness to her voice that has him wondering if he’s overstepped – if he shouldn’t have reached toward her and touched her, even if it had seemed so easy at the time. Still, he can’t help the way his gaze lingers on her a bit longer, before he’s pulling his attention away to reorganize the things left on the counter beside her, reaching out to grab a towel that’s sat behind her. “Have you done anything else yet for your quest for Safrin?” He asks idly, trying to find something easier to talk about rather than his swimming thoughts.
So they toast soon after, and he compliments her thoughts on separating the buildings, letting her explain her thoughts to him further and making a mental note to make sure he fixes the records he keeps in his office over such things. “It sounds like you’ve thought a lot about it, too.” He offers with a brighter, crookedly boyish smile that crosses his face instead, his gaze lingering on her when he goes to lean in and comment on his volunteering.
His hand falls away from her and he can see the flush that spreads across her cheeks, the way she leans in, and the breathiness to her voice that has him wondering if he’s overstepped – if he shouldn’t have reached toward her and touched her, even if it had seemed so easy at the time. Still, he can’t help the way his gaze lingers on her a bit longer, before he’s pulling his attention away to reorganize the things left on the counter beside her, reaching out to grab a towel that’s sat behind her. “Have you done anything else yet for your quest for Safrin?” He asks idly, trying to find something easier to talk about rather than his swimming thoughts.
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.
