now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
The look that spreads across her face is certainly one he doesn’t want to see – but since it’s there all he can do is play along, unfortunately stock still the second she’s in front of him, where he has zero chance of getting away. His head tilts slightly, pretending as though he’s misreading her, but the light thump of his heartbeat at his neck betrays him when her hand touches his chest, spreading, out, testing, as if one wrong move and she’d carve her way in.
Muscles flex in his jaw, feathering as he takes in a deep breath, his steel gaze focused entirely on her in front of him as he tries to rack his mind over how to get out of this. In truth, he thinks he’s dead. The option of infection not even something that crosses his mind (Flora had gotten bit by a void creature, so that made sense, but this? He fully expects to just get his heart ripped out).
The hole is already dug for him, that deep inhale making way for a huff of a humorless laugh. “I was hoping it would work.” He admits quietly, his voice dropping and curling thicker with the accent as his words betray him, cornered and prodded like a wild animal against a very much bigger threat, feeling mortality like a hot knife against his ribcage where her fingers spread. “Is this the end of the line?”
Muscles flex in his jaw, feathering as he takes in a deep breath, his steel gaze focused entirely on her in front of him as he tries to rack his mind over how to get out of this. In truth, he thinks he’s dead. The option of infection not even something that crosses his mind (Flora had gotten bit by a void creature, so that made sense, but this? He fully expects to just get his heart ripped out).
The hole is already dug for him, that deep inhale making way for a huff of a humorless laugh. “I was hoping it would work.” He admits quietly, his voice dropping and curling thicker with the accent as his words betray him, cornered and prodded like a wild animal against a very much bigger threat, feeling mortality like a hot knife against his ribcage where her fingers spread. “Is this the end of the line?”
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
