SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
He hums a laugh at her know it all comment before he begins to start getting undressed and ready for bed, throwing her for a loop with his thoughts on just how to organize the clothes he wears. He at least pays it little mind, returning to the bed with the bottle and nestling in, letting warm steel glances over her to the book she’s opened as he pauses to take a sip straight from the bottle.
“I hope you do.” He teases her, sticking a forked tongue out at her as if the alcohol has made him more juvenile. In a way, it has, but he doesn’t comment on it as he settles in.
His lips are still quirked up as he focuses on her and what he hopes becomes the start of the story. It was already better than the medical texts, giving him something to latch onto and paint a better picture than organs and surgeries with names he can’t pronounce even if he didn’t have as thick of an accent as he does.
“I hope you do.” He teases her, sticking a forked tongue out at her as if the alcohol has made him more juvenile. In a way, it has, but he doesn’t comment on it as he settles in.
His lips are still quirked up as he focuses on her and what he hopes becomes the start of the story. It was already better than the medical texts, giving him something to latch onto and paint a better picture than organs and surgeries with names he can’t pronounce even if he didn’t have as thick of an accent as he does.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
