when driving past your house, the taste of iron in my mouth
or the shame, that i have to look like mom
or the shame, that i have to look like mom
It was a lot, and he doesn’t blame the young man for that look one gets when they’ve been overwhelmed by information. So he wisely shuts his trap after a small huff leaves him and he works on more of the lantern, slotting pieces in here and there to make sure that the sun and moon effects seemed like they might glow from within the lantern where the candle would sit. “I’m sure I’m forgetting some, but that’s the basic gist of it.” He makes a gesture toward his head as if to say he’s lost a few memories.
It happens when one’s faced death so many times, sometimes things start to blur together or completely slip out unannounced.
As for the Dragoons, he draws silent to let Koa continue his pitch, and gods if it doesn’t sound like something he’d be willing to do. So he finishes off Nate’s lantern before sitting back in his seat comfortably, able to give all of his attention back to the dragonling. “I can get behind that.” And he mulls it over thoughtfully, trying to make a decision. “Can I think on the offer for a bit and get back to you?” His steel gaze lifts to focus on Koa, head tilting slightly.
It happens when one’s faced death so many times, sometimes things start to blur together or completely slip out unannounced.
As for the Dragoons, he draws silent to let Koa continue his pitch, and gods if it doesn’t sound like something he’d be willing to do. So he finishes off Nate’s lantern before sitting back in his seat comfortably, able to give all of his attention back to the dragonling. “I can get behind that.” And he mulls it over thoughtfully, trying to make a decision. “Can I think on the offer for a bit and get back to you?” His steel gaze lifts to focus on Koa, head tilting slightly.
the flood
disgraced, i made me my father's son
you're still to close to me, i swear at night i feel your breath
you're still to close to me, i swear at night i feel your breath
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.
