it's bad enough to see the sunlight through your seams
Getting old isn’t so much of a reason as it is a cover, still battling with the guilt of it all. It’s easier to say he’s getting old rather than delve into it for the umpteenth time. So he doesn’t, and instead lets Isla believe that it would be too much work and that it isn’t his anxiety that’s forcing him to take it easy.
He shifts the ice pack on his neck to angle his head toward her when she sits beside him in her own chair, listing off the reasons why others wouldn’t come, but her suggestion of Maeve has a rumbling laugh leaving him. And suddenly, he wonders if Isla even knows about his history with the Madame turned Queen. “I think I’ve learned enough tips from Maeve.” He pauses, squinting at her with a hint of amusement. “Half of Torchline still think her son’s mine.” His shoulder rises and falls in a small shrug.
“Notices would be the best option. That and word of mouth.” Spreading the information without having to lay it all out.
He shifts the ice pack on his neck to angle his head toward her when she sits beside him in her own chair, listing off the reasons why others wouldn’t come, but her suggestion of Maeve has a rumbling laugh leaving him. And suddenly, he wonders if Isla even knows about his history with the Madame turned Queen. “I think I’ve learned enough tips from Maeve.” He pauses, squinting at her with a hint of amusement. “Half of Torchline still think her son’s mine.” His shoulder rises and falls in a small shrug.
“Notices would be the best option. That and word of mouth.” Spreading the information without having to lay it all out.
the flood
the thread of you and hem of me, it's bad enough in between
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
