i believe it was a sin to do you in the way i did you in, i couldn't stop it coming from afar
i lost the keys to the getaway car. and every now and then i'm in this place
i lost the keys to the getaway car. and every now and then i'm in this place
Relief swells through him, palpable with the way his shoulders continue to cave, with the way his steps paired with her help and healing grow a bit stronger, more certain, more determined. Get to Zephs, clean up, eat, go home. “Thank you.” He tells her simply, exhausted he may be but he does catch the glances thrown, like a mother bear protecting her wounded child. And it’s relieving, to be able to not have to defend himself right now when all he thinks he’d manage is collapsing in the sand.
He’s a mess, but rightfully so.
The house comes into view and he offers a low hum of agreement to the shower, stepping up onto the porch with both her help and him pulling himself up. And when she fishes out the key from her pocket to open it up, he sways slightly in place. He has half a mind to wonder if he’d even fit in the shower, given his height, but they’d make it work. He slips into the home when Vai’s ready, waiting for her to tug him to the shower (gods knew he didn’t know where he was going.) “I’m sorry for the mess in advance.” He apologizes offhandedly.
He’s a mess, but rightfully so.
The house comes into view and he offers a low hum of agreement to the shower, stepping up onto the porch with both her help and him pulling himself up. And when she fishes out the key from her pocket to open it up, he sways slightly in place. He has half a mind to wonder if he’d even fit in the shower, given his height, but they’d make it work. He slips into the home when Vai’s ready, waiting for her to tug him to the shower (gods knew he didn’t know where he was going.) “I’m sorry for the mess in advance.” He apologizes offhandedly.
it's hell living when i need your face. don't hide, don't hide, don't hide from me
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.
