hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
His heart hammers against his chest hard enough to keep that overstimulating too warm nature that the hot springs offered while he remained bundled up and soaking wet. He hears the questions, the main one being whether or not he was cured and his stomach drops into nausea as all of the fuck ups he’d done rise to the surface – right after he’d tried so fucking hard to become better.
Here he was again.
The feathers remain sprouted, wet and pressed flatly against his head as he works his jaw, muscles feathering as his steel gaze drifts from each one of them, landing on Ronin lastly. “Yeah..” He says a touch hoarsely, unsure how to deal with everything that had occurred. “Uh.” A wet hand rubs at his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he settles his breathing and tries to alleviate his heartbeat. “I’m pretty sure I remember most of it.. Fuck.” He realizes it doesn’t explain anything, but he was honestly trying to help (at least to start, before Dahlia had cornered him and kissed him and infected him), and maybe he can try to explain that.
But as the thoughts come to him for what he’s done, the Flood finds the strength within him to hoist himself out of the water, if only to try and prevent the potential anger that might rise to make them think twice about whether or not they actually drowned him. “I..” He cuts himself off, the I only wanted to help dying on his tongue before he realizes he doesn’t actually know what they’re intending to ask. So instead, he waits, keeping himself away from the hot springs as he uses his magic to try and leech the water from his clothes to spill it back into the hot springs.
Here he was again.
The feathers remain sprouted, wet and pressed flatly against his head as he works his jaw, muscles feathering as his steel gaze drifts from each one of them, landing on Ronin lastly. “Yeah..” He says a touch hoarsely, unsure how to deal with everything that had occurred. “Uh.” A wet hand rubs at his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he settles his breathing and tries to alleviate his heartbeat. “I’m pretty sure I remember most of it.. Fuck.” He realizes it doesn’t explain anything, but he was honestly trying to help (at least to start, before Dahlia had cornered him and kissed him and infected him), and maybe he can try to explain that.
But as the thoughts come to him for what he’s done, the Flood finds the strength within him to hoist himself out of the water, if only to try and prevent the potential anger that might rise to make them think twice about whether or not they actually drowned him. “I..” He cuts himself off, the I only wanted to help dying on his tongue before he realizes he doesn’t actually know what they’re intending to ask. So instead, he waits, keeping himself away from the hot springs as he uses his magic to try and leech the water from his clothes to spill it back into the hot springs.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
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.
