you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
He expects her to scream at him, to fight back against it, to list out all the reasons why he isn’t making a mistake. But she doesn’t, and he even braces himself for the possibility of her shout, of her no, of her ‘how can you even say that?’ But there’s none of that either. A sad, thickly painful ‘okay’ is what he gets. And he’s not sure what to do with it.
He’d prepared for the ‘no’, that the stones he’s built in the walls of his facade slowly crumble, and his gaze is dark and heavy as she pulls away — distracted only by an annoyed presence in the back of his mind, of his griffin spitting out a ball of light and remaining nearby to try and herd it into the house. And all Sunjata can do is stare at her now, at the way she tries to clean her face, at the way he doesn’t make a move to try and remove her tears already drying and sticking to him.
The shark bite scars along his back begin to pang with pain, but the buzz in his mind from the alcohol and the revelations of this night are too strong for him to do much of anything about it. And all he can do is the opposite of what he wants to, to let her clean herself up, gaze flitting to the bruises on her skin that match the same to his own.
He’s not sure what to say to break the silence that crushes him, and so he doesn’t. He simply withdraws into himself, a hand running up to run through his hair and rest along the side of his face, a sigh leaving him as he rubs at his tense jaw.
He’d prepared for the ‘no’, that the stones he’s built in the walls of his facade slowly crumble, and his gaze is dark and heavy as she pulls away — distracted only by an annoyed presence in the back of his mind, of his griffin spitting out a ball of light and remaining nearby to try and herd it into the house. And all Sunjata can do is stare at her now, at the way she tries to clean her face, at the way he doesn’t make a move to try and remove her tears already drying and sticking to him.
The shark bite scars along his back begin to pang with pain, but the buzz in his mind from the alcohol and the revelations of this night are too strong for him to do much of anything about it. And all he can do is the opposite of what he wants to, to let her clean herself up, gaze flitting to the bruises on her skin that match the same to his own.
He’s not sure what to say to break the silence that crushes him, and so he doesn’t. He simply withdraws into himself, a hand running up to run through his hair and rest along the side of his face, a sigh leaving him as he rubs at his tense jaw.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
SuNJATA
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.
