my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
“Diamond is tough.” He agrees softly, nodding as he helps her search. He doesn’t know entirely what theyre looking for, though, in terms of the metals so all he can really do is help lift things where he can and move out of the way when he’s definitely blocking the path. Still, as he offers his news and watches her stumble, a hand extends toward her to help balance her should she need it – but his gaze is quick to spot the silver tips to her fingers, the blades that have extended there.
The hand falls and he shakes his head, gaze drifting back up toward Isla’s face. “No.” Not a problem at all. “Well, you don’t. I will, though.” He tries to offer a crooked smile at that, one that bleeds into a sigh as a hand rises to run through his hair, to rest at the back of his neck. “I’m a demigod for Frey, actually.” He lifts up the sleeve of his lightning scarred arm to reveal the missing tattoos, all while his eyes remain focused on Isla. “Which as you know, they don’t tend to care about the Ascended as much as the others do.”
The hand falls and he shakes his head, gaze drifting back up toward Isla’s face. “No.” Not a problem at all. “Well, you don’t. I will, though.” He tries to offer a crooked smile at that, one that bleeds into a sigh as a hand rises to run through his hair, to rest at the back of his neck. “I’m a demigod for Frey, actually.” He lifts up the sleeve of his lightning scarred arm to reveal the missing tattoos, all while his eyes remain focused on Isla. “Which as you know, they don’t tend to care about the Ascended as much as the others do.”
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
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.
