// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
He wants to say ‘of course you wouldn’t think it enough’ or ‘there’s no amount of bodies dragged to sea that would please you’, but he refrains, biting down the sensation because he thinks it’ll prove safer for him. As it turns out, however, he isn’t safe at all. His gaze lifts toward his father, brows pinching together, lips parting to question just what work he means when there’s a sharp, vibrant and pounding pain between his shoulder blades, and he goes down.
Arms instinctively try to shift to protect him but he still meets the rocks and the water, a brief flash and panic of when he was six and shoved into water all the same. Only this time, this time Sunjata can’t push himself back up. A boot is to his neck and he finds his fingers clenching into the moist dirt, hissing his frustration and pain as it vibrates through him again and again. He could get out of this, but he doesn’t know what his father has. It’s better to try and keep as much of himself a secret as possible. So he opts for something smaller, trying to ignore the words he’d had beat into his head. “You’re wrong.” He grits out, those pained shoulders shifting as he partially shifts a wing to extend out from his back, scaled and leathery, to try and knock his father from keeping him down.
Arms instinctively try to shift to protect him but he still meets the rocks and the water, a brief flash and panic of when he was six and shoved into water all the same. Only this time, this time Sunjata can’t push himself back up. A boot is to his neck and he finds his fingers clenching into the moist dirt, hissing his frustration and pain as it vibrates through him again and again. He could get out of this, but he doesn’t know what his father has. It’s better to try and keep as much of himself a secret as possible. So he opts for something smaller, trying to ignore the words he’d had beat into his head. “You’re wrong.” He grits out, those pained shoulders shifting as he partially shifts a wing to extend out from his back, scaled and leathery, to try and knock his father from keeping him down.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
