// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
“Yeah? How do you know that?” He asks her. A few days was enough, anyone could have been out there to see when he and Nate had rescued her, had brought her back to the home, had seen her unicorn outside of the house. But he falters with her next words, the sharpness of it hitting him so hard that he takes a sharp inhale as if it might stop the bullet of her words hitting his vital organs. “You think you do?” He asks, exasperated for a moment, peering down at her. “For the love of gods, Hotaru, you act as if you are the savior here.” Who had appointed her such a role? Who had declared that she offer her life up for him when it might not even be worth it? "You were once a queen, and you're content to sit there and throw your life away over a soldier?" He doesn't say prince, that title had never fit him anyway. "You're better than that."
And perhaps that’s where the draw comes from, the shift into the darker territory of his mind. Because he knows he’s weak and he knows that it’s just another thing to throw in his face. Just another moment of how he’d failed them by never being enough, that the only good thing about him was the crimson that ran through his veins. So he tries to leave, tries to slip out before he says something he might regret, and finds that it does little to work as she reaches out and pelts him with more barbs.
His wrist tears away from her, having half an animalistic mind to bare his teeth at her, though he doesn’t. His wings come to wrap around him, to prevent her from snapping out at his wrist again. “If I was a martyr, Hotaru, I should have died a long fucking time ago.” He snaps instead, teeth clacking shut with how they’ve lengthened into points. “I asked you to do it once, remember? Gave you that pearl edged dagger. You could’ve stopped it.” A dark brow raises in a silent challenge, even though he isn’t finished yet. “My plan is to not do it alone, for gods’ sake. I will kill him, but I will not let you or Nate be fodder for him.” His jaw clacks shut and he steps back again, back into the home and further into the bedroom, keeping a bit of distance to keep the frustration from keeping his tongue sharp.
And perhaps that’s where the draw comes from, the shift into the darker territory of his mind. Because he knows he’s weak and he knows that it’s just another thing to throw in his face. Just another moment of how he’d failed them by never being enough, that the only good thing about him was the crimson that ran through his veins. So he tries to leave, tries to slip out before he says something he might regret, and finds that it does little to work as she reaches out and pelts him with more barbs.
His wrist tears away from her, having half an animalistic mind to bare his teeth at her, though he doesn’t. His wings come to wrap around him, to prevent her from snapping out at his wrist again. “If I was a martyr, Hotaru, I should have died a long fucking time ago.” He snaps instead, teeth clacking shut with how they’ve lengthened into points. “I asked you to do it once, remember? Gave you that pearl edged dagger. You could’ve stopped it.” A dark brow raises in a silent challenge, even though he isn’t finished yet. “My plan is to not do it alone, for gods’ sake. I will kill him, but I will not let you or Nate be fodder for him.” His jaw clacks shut and he steps back again, back into the home and further into the bedroom, keeping a bit of distance to keep the frustration from keeping his tongue sharp.
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.
