// i'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go, you've been the only thing that's right
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
He can see the second that the inebriation starts to hit, the weightlessness of her limbs after weeks of hard, grueling work. The way that her smile gets easier, less masked, less like she’s still on edge about how this conversation will go and more interested in letting it go for the moment because it was easier to not have to feel it than focus too hard on it that a spiral might happen.
Though, when she does speak and fires back he chuckles a little with the answer, as if he’s fairly certain that a spiral maaaaay be incoming. And it’s like a slow moving car crash that Sunjata watches happen in real time. He’d granted her the pieces of it, not expecting it to start to shift toward destruction and self-worry. He’s the dog that bolted out in front of the line of cars, unscathed, watching as each one rear ends the next as if none of it had been his fault.
“Well, you’ve gotta start somewhere. Though I didn’t have toxic plants.” He winces a little and steps closer to her, shrugging but offering her a soft smile. “I started with hauntings and hella graves and bones.” His nose wrinkles slightly with the memory before he shakes his head and watches as she plucks some snow from the ground – soft and glistening in her touch, melting against the warmth of her hand. “Rae might, though I don’t know what they can and can’t do.” He offers with a soft laugh, lips quirking slightly. “Could do something like Halo did to keep it warmer, only in your case cooler and not toxic?”
Though, when she does speak and fires back he chuckles a little with the answer, as if he’s fairly certain that a spiral maaaaay be incoming. And it’s like a slow moving car crash that Sunjata watches happen in real time. He’d granted her the pieces of it, not expecting it to start to shift toward destruction and self-worry. He’s the dog that bolted out in front of the line of cars, unscathed, watching as each one rear ends the next as if none of it had been his fault.
“Well, you’ve gotta start somewhere. Though I didn’t have toxic plants.” He winces a little and steps closer to her, shrugging but offering her a soft smile. “I started with hauntings and hella graves and bones.” His nose wrinkles slightly with the memory before he shakes his head and watches as she plucks some snow from the ground – soft and glistening in her touch, melting against the warmth of her hand. “Rae might, though I don’t know what they can and can’t do.” He offers with a soft laugh, lips quirking slightly. “Could do something like Halo did to keep it warmer, only in your case cooler and not toxic?”
i know we'll make it anywhere away from here
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.
