relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
He is trying – desperately, as if he’s been trying to claw at the darkness in order to try and bring some light back into relationships where he can have a chance at trying to change something – even if it’s just previous interactions needing to be fixed. So far, things have started to go well, he hasn’t fucked up yet, and for once he really hopes to keep it that way.
Maybe it’s because he’s getting older and tired these days with the way his bones creak.
He does watch her curiously, though, as the tidbit drops from her lips, and while it sets her on the opposite foot just as she had done to him previously, he can offer some levity to her own admission too, flashing her a small smile that twists his scar. “I do sort of have that effect.” His decisions often left people upset and angry, and since the war ended? He’s trying to change that. “I am sorry, though, for being selfish. I… Grew up in a way where I never had a chance at getting anything I wanted and if I did miraculously get it, it was taken away.” He exhales a sigh and looks down at the glass in his hands, his left hand still sits his wedding ring from Nate, alongside the heavy lifted lightning scars, casting dark shadows along the rest of his bronzed skin, up his arm, under his shirt. “I made a lot of decisions too afraid and possessive and I’m sorry that I hurt you with them.” He glances up at her as the last few words leave his lips.
Maybe it’s because he’s getting older and tired these days with the way his bones creak.
He does watch her curiously, though, as the tidbit drops from her lips, and while it sets her on the opposite foot just as she had done to him previously, he can offer some levity to her own admission too, flashing her a small smile that twists his scar. “I do sort of have that effect.” His decisions often left people upset and angry, and since the war ended? He’s trying to change that. “I am sorry, though, for being selfish. I… Grew up in a way where I never had a chance at getting anything I wanted and if I did miraculously get it, it was taken away.” He exhales a sigh and looks down at the glass in his hands, his left hand still sits his wedding ring from Nate, alongside the heavy lifted lightning scars, casting dark shadows along the rest of his bronzed skin, up his arm, under his shirt. “I made a lot of decisions too afraid and possessive and I’m sorry that I hurt you with them.” He glances up at her as the last few words leave his lips.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
