sleep don't visit, so i choke on sun // and the days blur into one
It was an unfortunate side effect of it all, and without hearing or feeling much from Deimos’ side of the bond it bolsters the fact that Sunjata might not be as awful as he feels like he should be for all of this. He knows the Sword enough to know that he wouldn’t hide his displeasure or upset at him – gods knew he had the scars up the side of his body to prove it from one of the other man’s shifts years ago.
It’s a valid question that he asks next and one that he thinks about longer than he probably should – it’s been a question on the forefront of his mind, one he’d ultimately denied with Hotaru if only to not keep her held back if she found something better. No, I think.. We’re past that now. They’d already tried so many times to make it work and it still ended poorly one way or another. Maybe that was a sign. And at this point if he did get it fixed, he’d rather stay alone than try to fit puzzle pieces back together that had become too warped to fully commit to taking shape. I told her not to wait. I don’t want her stuck on me fixing it and hoping to make it work again when I’m not sure it will. It goes back to the fairness of it all – how unfair it was for both of them that this was the result.
But this is where they are right now. And he lets that answer hang in the air as he takes another thermal, leather wings flexing as he soars above the Greenwing, his silver gaze lifting to scan Deimos’ shape.
It’s a valid question that he asks next and one that he thinks about longer than he probably should – it’s been a question on the forefront of his mind, one he’d ultimately denied with Hotaru if only to not keep her held back if she found something better. No, I think.. We’re past that now. They’d already tried so many times to make it work and it still ended poorly one way or another. Maybe that was a sign. And at this point if he did get it fixed, he’d rather stay alone than try to fit puzzle pieces back together that had become too warped to fully commit to taking shape. I told her not to wait. I don’t want her stuck on me fixing it and hoping to make it work again when I’m not sure it will. It goes back to the fairness of it all – how unfair it was for both of them that this was the result.
But this is where they are right now. And he lets that answer hang in the air as he takes another thermal, leather wings flexing as he soars above the Greenwing, his silver gaze lifting to scan Deimos’ shape.
and the backs of my eyes hum with things i've never done
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.
