you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
He half expects it because it’s what everyone’s done. They hadn’t entirely taken him into account, and with his thoughts on the matter now clearly before him – that he was chasing a ghost time and time again – he realizes why none of it has worked. Because it wouldn’t, it would only drive him away, blind him to the fact that everyone knew him better than he knew himself.
But she doesn’t say it, doesn’t say any of it. Not as he rubs at his jaw, gaze looking anywhere but her as she remains – doesn’t get up to leave – and then she says his name in such a way that has him stilling. His eyes slide toward her, dark and haunted and shadowed all the same, and he can’t help the clench of his jaw when Shii darts beneath her air, agitated just as Haai was who crawls in and settles at his side – emerald eyes glimmering as she looks to Maea and Shii.
“Yes?” He asks quietly, nearly a whisper that's hoarse and accented thickly, a muscle feathering in his jaw again, and he exhales slowly through his nose – focusing on her despite the swim to his mind, the haze to his eyes, the way the conversation had drifted from where it had been heading with such a steady accuracy that it was almost as if it was the end result anyway. Whether it be here or somewhere else – it feels like it would have happened either way.
He’s not sure if that makes it hurt more or less.
But she doesn’t say it, doesn’t say any of it. Not as he rubs at his jaw, gaze looking anywhere but her as she remains – doesn’t get up to leave – and then she says his name in such a way that has him stilling. His eyes slide toward her, dark and haunted and shadowed all the same, and he can’t help the clench of his jaw when Shii darts beneath her air, agitated just as Haai was who crawls in and settles at his side – emerald eyes glimmering as she looks to Maea and Shii.
“Yes?” He asks quietly, nearly a whisper that's hoarse and accented thickly, a muscle feathering in his jaw again, and he exhales slowly through his nose – focusing on her despite the swim to his mind, the haze to his eyes, the way the conversation had drifted from where it had been heading with such a steady accuracy that it was almost as if it was the end result anyway. Whether it be here or somewhere else – it feels like it would have happened either way.
He’s not sure if that makes it hurt more or less.
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.
