// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
He never wants to be another Thranduil, never could imagine himself as one. For someone who also was reprimanded for showing his own emotions, it’s a struggle he understands well. Don’t show weakness. And that weakness could be anything from the twitch of one’s face to the clenching of a fist, to letting frustrated and angry tears bloom on one’s face. So they make quite the pair as Sunjata hoists George’s body, as he walks toward the edge amongst the other burial mounds, sets the man down and feels those eyes of Hotaru’s on him like a silent guardian.
He's quick to shift, shedding his half human, half demon form for that of a true dragon. Large talons sweep through the icy, frosted over hard soil, carving a scar into the earth as he puts the dirt off to the side, ensuring that there’s a pile of it to cover the body the second he gets it deep enough the rain of Flowerbirth won’t reveal it. And it doesn’t take long before Sunjata’s placing George’s body into the earth, covering back up with the dirt, ensuring that the ground is hardened again and will hopefully freeze over once more before he can return to her side.
He shifts back into himself, only a sliver of scales acting like a turtleneck with no wings or horns to be seen, hands dark where they’re caked in the dirt from burying the man. “Yes.” He murmurs softly, knowing at this point she won’t care if his hands are dirty, not when she still wears the dried blood from the attacks from earlier. He takes her hand in his again, sharing what warmth he can as he turns away from the blackened earth on the edge of the hidden mounds of flowers.
“Let’s go home and clean up.” He makes the plan for them – the warm shower to wash away the blood and dirt and everything else, where he can sit there and stay wrapped around her to prove to both himself and her that they’re both there, that everything will be fine, to sate the protectiveness within him by proving she’s not going anywhere.
He's quick to shift, shedding his half human, half demon form for that of a true dragon. Large talons sweep through the icy, frosted over hard soil, carving a scar into the earth as he puts the dirt off to the side, ensuring that there’s a pile of it to cover the body the second he gets it deep enough the rain of Flowerbirth won’t reveal it. And it doesn’t take long before Sunjata’s placing George’s body into the earth, covering back up with the dirt, ensuring that the ground is hardened again and will hopefully freeze over once more before he can return to her side.
He shifts back into himself, only a sliver of scales acting like a turtleneck with no wings or horns to be seen, hands dark where they’re caked in the dirt from burying the man. “Yes.” He murmurs softly, knowing at this point she won’t care if his hands are dirty, not when she still wears the dried blood from the attacks from earlier. He takes her hand in his again, sharing what warmth he can as he turns away from the blackened earth on the edge of the hidden mounds of flowers.
“Let’s go home and clean up.” He makes the plan for them – the warm shower to wash away the blood and dirt and everything else, where he can sit there and stay wrapped around her to prove to both himself and her that they’re both there, that everything will be fine, to sate the protectiveness within him by proving she’s not going anywhere.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
