// the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
He can see the way she wants to ask what’s distracted him so thoroughly, but he’s ever more grateful when the question doesn’t break the gap between them. Instead, it turns into something he can mull over, later, when it’s dark and quiet and he can’t sleep as so often were the case. Granted, he gets more sleep than he had before, especially when she’s beside him in the bed. But for the time being with her drifting back and forth to Halo, the times she’s absent are the hardest nights.
The nicotine is a boon that soothes the tension in his muscles, the smoke wafting in long dark tendrils as it’s inhaled, exhaled in a plume carried by the light breeze away from them. “And training.” He supplements to her thoughts on focusing on the positives – until her playfulness (that he can see isn’t fully there, but that she’s trying, so he meets her halfway with a crooked smile of his own) reaches him and he snorts. “I don’t need to be surrounded by water.” He murmurs, in case she’d forgotten that he doesn’t draw on the elements around him, hand lifting to conjure the water from essentially thin air, letting the thin stream spin around in the air like a ribbon, glinting the light from the outdoors against it like glitter.
But she mentions the bubble, and he figures since he’s told her the news of Frey, he can show her, too. “You mean something like this?” He asks, letting the water grow and mold into a swirling bubble that encapsulates them, a shield to ward away any incoming attacks and that allows for the both of them to remain within the cool water safely.
The nicotine is a boon that soothes the tension in his muscles, the smoke wafting in long dark tendrils as it’s inhaled, exhaled in a plume carried by the light breeze away from them. “And training.” He supplements to her thoughts on focusing on the positives – until her playfulness (that he can see isn’t fully there, but that she’s trying, so he meets her halfway with a crooked smile of his own) reaches him and he snorts. “I don’t need to be surrounded by water.” He murmurs, in case she’d forgotten that he doesn’t draw on the elements around him, hand lifting to conjure the water from essentially thin air, letting the thin stream spin around in the air like a ribbon, glinting the light from the outdoors against it like glitter.
But she mentions the bubble, and he figures since he’s told her the news of Frey, he can show her, too. “You mean something like this?” He asks, letting the water grow and mold into a swirling bubble that encapsulates them, a shield to ward away any incoming attacks and that allows for the both of them to remain within the cool water safely.
the flood
// of our disaster when we left this town
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
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.
