// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
Somehow, over the years, the two have been often combined – ruling Torchline out of his own home, living within the walls of the VlamVloed upon occasion when he’d ran it, staying within the Refuge during the war to rule it from there. So it’s with a belated little huff of amusement that Sunjata nods his head, short and abrupt, his cheek brushing against hers in a nod. A new place to officially start over. And with Flowerbirth on the horizon, they can spend the time building it.
“I’m sure you have thoughts on what you’d like it to be like? And once we have everything figured out we can start building it.” Given her affinity to creating her own buildings and businesses and attire, he’s certain she has ideas to put into it, and he’s all ears.
Even as she starts to speak on the Academy, a low rumble of understanding slipping from him as her forehead presses against his jaw and he feels her lashes brush his skin when she closes her eyes. One arm tightens around her middle while the other lifts to run down the side of her arm holding the roasting stick to help her continue spinning it while she isn’t looking at it. “I miss you too when you’re gone.” He murmurs gently, understanding glimmering like a golden thread through the attuned bond.
It's an understanding that thrums a little bit more with intrigue as she continues with a separate topic, his arm squeezing her gently as he considers it. “I have been thinking about it, actually.” He admits, letting the edge of his lips twist in a smile she’d be able to feel. “I am open to it. In fact, Dantalion expressed his interest in us as a pair already.” Hot air brushes against her cheek in the soft laugh that leaves him. “And I… The longer I keep denying those that come through the doors, I feel like I’m skirting my responsibilities.” He was the demigod of the sex deity after all. It’s a thought that coincides with one he’s been thinking about recently, too, which has him readjusting them so that he can better scan her face, trying to pulse the fact that she has his heart and love and adoration down it when he speaks next. “Hypothetically, if there were a time where either of us got a quest from Frey that required solo participation, I am fine with you using the House of Midnight to accomplish that.” But he pauses, waiting to see what her thoughts on it were for him. (And who knows, perhaps with the understanding of it being not romantic and purely for their deity and their main business source, perhaps eventually they could reach a point to maximize it.) After all, they both are intimately aware with how their deity works and how they choose to do the quests they give out. They're both also aware of how Frey wanted people to spend their lives.
“I’m sure you have thoughts on what you’d like it to be like? And once we have everything figured out we can start building it.” Given her affinity to creating her own buildings and businesses and attire, he’s certain she has ideas to put into it, and he’s all ears.
Even as she starts to speak on the Academy, a low rumble of understanding slipping from him as her forehead presses against his jaw and he feels her lashes brush his skin when she closes her eyes. One arm tightens around her middle while the other lifts to run down the side of her arm holding the roasting stick to help her continue spinning it while she isn’t looking at it. “I miss you too when you’re gone.” He murmurs gently, understanding glimmering like a golden thread through the attuned bond.
It's an understanding that thrums a little bit more with intrigue as she continues with a separate topic, his arm squeezing her gently as he considers it. “I have been thinking about it, actually.” He admits, letting the edge of his lips twist in a smile she’d be able to feel. “I am open to it. In fact, Dantalion expressed his interest in us as a pair already.” Hot air brushes against her cheek in the soft laugh that leaves him. “And I… The longer I keep denying those that come through the doors, I feel like I’m skirting my responsibilities.” He was the demigod of the sex deity after all. It’s a thought that coincides with one he’s been thinking about recently, too, which has him readjusting them so that he can better scan her face, trying to pulse the fact that she has his heart and love and adoration down it when he speaks next. “Hypothetically, if there were a time where either of us got a quest from Frey that required solo participation, I am fine with you using the House of Midnight to accomplish that.” But he pauses, waiting to see what her thoughts on it were for him. (And who knows, perhaps with the understanding of it being not romantic and purely for their deity and their main business source, perhaps eventually they could reach a point to maximize it.) After all, they both are intimately aware with how their deity works and how they choose to do the quests they give out. They're both also aware of how Frey wanted people to spend their lives.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
