// 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 doesn’t know if he’ll ever end up with a fox shift, given the zoo that lives under his skin. But if he ever does, the thought of going to Remi and asking him if he can tell Vai he got that fox shift is enough amusement to keep the warmth still sparking under his skin. He does think at least that his and Remi’s relationship has become better, at least. Such that he thinks he might be willing to pass on the message.
Ah, but then there’s the crux. The sinking pit in his stomach that the good is gone because she is gone, and no matter how many things Sunjata tried to do over and over again, he never felt like he was good. He’d done too many terrible things in the past that his soul had been marred black, and no attempt at scrubbing it away had ever left him clean.
Until she holds his head, cups it between her hands, and tells him each and every thing that slowly cleanses him. He swallows hard, unable to hide the silver in his eyes as it swells and the tear spills from his cheek, brushed away by the smooth trajectory of Vai’s thumb. “I’m trying, Vai.” His accented voice is quiet and warbles with the answer, but gods it does seem to fill the cracks within him with comfort. That he wasn’t perfect and it was okay. He was still learning, still trying. “Thank you. For noticing… And being proud of me.”
Ah, but then there’s the crux. The sinking pit in his stomach that the good is gone because she is gone, and no matter how many things Sunjata tried to do over and over again, he never felt like he was good. He’d done too many terrible things in the past that his soul had been marred black, and no attempt at scrubbing it away had ever left him clean.
Until she holds his head, cups it between her hands, and tells him each and every thing that slowly cleanses him. He swallows hard, unable to hide the silver in his eyes as it swells and the tear spills from his cheek, brushed away by the smooth trajectory of Vai’s thumb. “I’m trying, Vai.” His accented voice is quiet and warbles with the answer, but gods it does seem to fill the cracks within him with comfort. That he wasn’t perfect and it was okay. He was still learning, still trying. “Thank you. For noticing… And being proud of me.”
// 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.
