relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
“Uh.. No. From a gun.” He realizes that means fuck all here in Caido and he clears his throat to clarify. “It’s.. basically a metal tube with another metal piece inside. That’s the bullet. There’s a lever you’d pull and it starts a little spark and the powder in the tube ignites and sends the bullet out way faster and harder to see than an arrow.” His brows pinch together and eh finds himself staring at the pillow resting against the headboard as he tries to figure out if that’s a good enough explanation, before he’s shrugging. “So kind of like an arrow but faster.” Maybe that’s the best way he could explain it, or maybe he’s made up more questions by simply explaining it the way he had.
At the question of his nightmare, Sunjata nods quietly. “Yeah. That’s where I grew up. It’s how it looked when they brought me back. We had doctors on staff and my father wanted it all contained so I didn’t get looked at by the trial crew.” So it made sense he’d be left to suffer and continue to bleed out on those pristine white marble floors. And nor would it be the first time he had the opportunity to paint his father’s floors in red.
Unfortunately, both times had been his own blood.
He nibbles at his lower lip as the conversation shifts toward the things they should and shouldn’t do, and as Niki continues, Sunjata can’t help the quiet humorless laugh that leaves him, pausing to take a deep breath before he adds his own little two cents. “It’s really fucked up.” He agrees, staring stubbornly at the headboard and away from Niki. “And it’s so fucking hard to break out of and stay out.”
At the question of his nightmare, Sunjata nods quietly. “Yeah. That’s where I grew up. It’s how it looked when they brought me back. We had doctors on staff and my father wanted it all contained so I didn’t get looked at by the trial crew.” So it made sense he’d be left to suffer and continue to bleed out on those pristine white marble floors. And nor would it be the first time he had the opportunity to paint his father’s floors in red.
Unfortunately, both times had been his own blood.
He nibbles at his lower lip as the conversation shifts toward the things they should and shouldn’t do, and as Niki continues, Sunjata can’t help the quiet humorless laugh that leaves him, pausing to take a deep breath before he adds his own little two cents. “It’s really fucked up.” He agrees, staring stubbornly at the headboard and away from Niki. “And it’s so fucking hard to break out of and stay out.”
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
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.
