now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He’s patient, listening as she goes to speak only for nothing to slip out. And while she takes a sip of water, he fills it again the second she sets it back down, turning his gaze back to her to take in the appearance – the fact that she seems like she’s too far gone to even care about anything anymore. And gods, if he can’t relate to that. He’d been a mess for many years since landing here in Caido, and even then the dark shadow of grief and pain continues to rear its head on the occasions he isn’t thinking about it much.
Her apologetic smile is met with one of his own, lopsided and small from the scar that sits on his cheek from the corner of his lip. “I’m here when and if you need me.” He offers easily, quieter as he sees the tell-tale glitter of tears sparking in her gaze. He looks away from her to give her the privacy he often required when it came to talking about emotions, shifting on the couch slightly so that his leg tucks up underneath him and he sinks back into the multicolored cough that smells faintly of expensive perfume and somehow simultaneously the scent of cookies and sweets.
She grows limp in the couch and asks him a question that he never really expected to hear, and he stares hard into the lines of the flooring – the knots in the hardwood, polished and clean but still quite worn as he figures out how to respond. “I did it once.” He offers after a moment, head tilting slightly, enough that the long dangling feathered earring in his ear brushes against his shoulder.
“I swore off love.” He admits, a rueful smile tugging on his face even if it is stubborn as he sinks back into the couch too. “Those I get close to either die or leave, so, I said I wouldn’t let myself do it again. And with Ru, it was different, because she was there before Nate died. It didn’t feel like I was giving up on my word.” His accent drops a little thicker when he huffs a humorless laugh. “But Ru's.. Gone now? She hasn't come back home yet. So, I dunno.” He figures a bit of honesty can’t hurt, might help her understand that she isn’t alone in this. “Sorry you caught it, too.”
Her apologetic smile is met with one of his own, lopsided and small from the scar that sits on his cheek from the corner of his lip. “I’m here when and if you need me.” He offers easily, quieter as he sees the tell-tale glitter of tears sparking in her gaze. He looks away from her to give her the privacy he often required when it came to talking about emotions, shifting on the couch slightly so that his leg tucks up underneath him and he sinks back into the multicolored cough that smells faintly of expensive perfume and somehow simultaneously the scent of cookies and sweets.
She grows limp in the couch and asks him a question that he never really expected to hear, and he stares hard into the lines of the flooring – the knots in the hardwood, polished and clean but still quite worn as he figures out how to respond. “I did it once.” He offers after a moment, head tilting slightly, enough that the long dangling feathered earring in his ear brushes against his shoulder.
“I swore off love.” He admits, a rueful smile tugging on his face even if it is stubborn as he sinks back into the couch too. “Those I get close to either die or leave, so, I said I wouldn’t let myself do it again. And with Ru, it was different, because she was there before Nate died. It didn’t feel like I was giving up on my word.” His accent drops a little thicker when he huffs a humorless laugh. “But Ru's.. Gone now? She hasn't come back home yet. So, I dunno.” He figures a bit of honesty can’t hurt, might help her understand that she isn’t alone in this. “Sorry you caught it, too.”
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
