right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
“I was. Because it wasn’t you I had to worry about.” Because despite her being Abandoned – and now Attuned, it wasn’t a thing that crossed his mind. Because she would make it out either way, she wasn’t tied to her god the way that Nate was tied to the Voice. If Frey were gone, nothing for Hotaru would feasibly change.
It certainly wouldn’t destroy her. She wouldn’t have to go through the slow, awful death of starvation.
But it’s her forgiveness that has his gaze shuddering, has him looking away from her as he swallows back against the tightness in his throat, has him blinking away the sheen of tears that wish to take root. That deeply buried memory of his father’s voice chastising him as a child for his tears coming back to haunt him. Be strong.
He both does feel strong and doesn’t feel strong at the same time, especially as he nods and offers his jacket out to her – and he does help her at least get one arm through before he withdraws into himself and latches onto the shift in conversation. “It’s a blessing and a curse.” He comments idly, lifting his hand to inspect the multihued fur that lines his forearms, hiding the tattoos Safrin had inked there. After all, she was right when she said it popped up all the time – but it was because he couldn’t keep them separate anymore. His personality too interwoven with the mix of creatures that thrummed through his soul.
He does look back to her when he recovers, though, a raise of a dark brow and the brief break of a small smile tugging at the scarred corner of his lip. “You have a flying shift too?” He asks – suddenly realizing more and more how much of a stranger she felt like now – if not before when everything went down.
It certainly wouldn’t destroy her. She wouldn’t have to go through the slow, awful death of starvation.
But it’s her forgiveness that has his gaze shuddering, has him looking away from her as he swallows back against the tightness in his throat, has him blinking away the sheen of tears that wish to take root. That deeply buried memory of his father’s voice chastising him as a child for his tears coming back to haunt him. Be strong.
He both does feel strong and doesn’t feel strong at the same time, especially as he nods and offers his jacket out to her – and he does help her at least get one arm through before he withdraws into himself and latches onto the shift in conversation. “It’s a blessing and a curse.” He comments idly, lifting his hand to inspect the multihued fur that lines his forearms, hiding the tattoos Safrin had inked there. After all, she was right when she said it popped up all the time – but it was because he couldn’t keep them separate anymore. His personality too interwoven with the mix of creatures that thrummed through his soul.
He does look back to her when he recovers, though, a raise of a dark brow and the brief break of a small smile tugging at the scarred corner of his lip. “You have a flying shift too?” He asks – suddenly realizing more and more how much of a stranger she felt like now – if not before when everything went down.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
