hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
“Hm?” Sunjata asks as he glances over at her, realizing what she’s asking for a moment later. In truth, he isn’t sure why he doesn’t get a cramp in them, but she is the doctor here and he takes her advice, stretching out the leathery wings. The one on the side he lays on drapes out and curls against the floor off the side of the bed, the other he has to stretch out and over them, like a blanket of sorts, but given how he lays opposite of hers, he stops it short on his pillow.
Her grin is met with that same playful smirk of his own, however, nodding his head in a casual sort of shrug. “Would help.” He repeats, raising a brow. But as she continues, he tries to figure out just what places she might pick, wherever her heart yearned her to explore, no longer tied to a room for such endeavors.
The hotspring, however, does spark a huff of a laugh. “The hotspring was nice.” He agrees, having enjoyed it immensely on his side, too. But there were a few other places that had been a bit more fun, leading him to leave the hotsprings probably fourth on his list. “Anywhere else? Or would you go there again?” He cocks his scarred eyebrow, wings shifting a bit as he tries to get them more comfortable rather than the ease of him tucking them back in (having to actually think about not pulling them back toward him.)
Her grin is met with that same playful smirk of his own, however, nodding his head in a casual sort of shrug. “Would help.” He repeats, raising a brow. But as she continues, he tries to figure out just what places she might pick, wherever her heart yearned her to explore, no longer tied to a room for such endeavors.
The hotspring, however, does spark a huff of a laugh. “The hotspring was nice.” He agrees, having enjoyed it immensely on his side, too. But there were a few other places that had been a bit more fun, leading him to leave the hotsprings probably fourth on his list. “Anywhere else? Or would you go there again?” He cocks his scarred eyebrow, wings shifting a bit as he tries to get them more comfortable rather than the ease of him tucking them back in (having to actually think about not pulling them back toward him.)
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.
