// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
It does feel bleak. It feels like he’s empty handed, like he’s lost everything – his pillar, his lover, his other half. And all he has right now to feel close to the Ascended at all is the ring on his finger, the scars left behind, a few clothes they’d shared and brought from the home in King’s End – a place he hasn’t even gone back to, knowing that he was safer in the Grounds.
“It could. She’s excellent at spinning shit in her favor.” He swallows thickly. “Like how I asked her to protect him when the war started which resulted in my daughter, under the life for a life strategy. And now, now Ronin has both of them.” He feels like he should be angrier about it, but he’s simply just tired now. The rage is still there, but it feels more like a stone, a helpless void of no direction, spinning him like a top despite how he feels like he can’t move any further.
As for the rest of it, though, he takes a deep breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling with it as his head tilts slightly, shifting against her crown to peer at the bottle. “I just want to not feel it, right now. It’s not working like it usually does.” It isn’t masking it or deadening it, it’s just there. A reminder. He can’t even get that to numb itself away.
“It could. She’s excellent at spinning shit in her favor.” He swallows thickly. “Like how I asked her to protect him when the war started which resulted in my daughter, under the life for a life strategy. And now, now Ronin has both of them.” He feels like he should be angrier about it, but he’s simply just tired now. The rage is still there, but it feels more like a stone, a helpless void of no direction, spinning him like a top despite how he feels like he can’t move any further.
As for the rest of it, though, he takes a deep breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling with it as his head tilts slightly, shifting against her crown to peer at the bottle. “I just want to not feel it, right now. It’s not working like it usually does.” It isn’t masking it or deadening it, it’s just there. A reminder. He can’t even get that to numb itself away.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
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.
