hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
Her honesty is met with the raise of a scarred brow, the Flood remaining silent as Isla continues on, doing her best to pull him out of the dark shadows that surround his mind. There’s a soft snort, a sigh of defeat, and before he knows it she’s got her arms looped around him tucked in and his freehand moves to wrap around her middle. “Peaches?” He asks, full of clear confusion.
He obliges her, though, downing the rest of his glass and moves to stand, keeping an arm around her as support (as does the wing somewhat extended behind her), and he begins to make their path toward the pantry, wondering if they even had peaches yet. Even if they didn’t, he thinks he could go for some kind of crispy snack, suddenly missing chips with every ounce of his being. “Don’t get sick off of eating too many.” He teases.
He obliges her, though, downing the rest of his glass and moves to stand, keeping an arm around her as support (as does the wing somewhat extended behind her), and he begins to make their path toward the pantry, wondering if they even had peaches yet. Even if they didn’t, he thinks he could go for some kind of crispy snack, suddenly missing chips with every ounce of his being. “Don’t get sick off of eating too many.” He teases.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
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.
