they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
“I don’t know them.” He tells her, honestly. He met Remi briefly, before dumping a blighted Phoebe at his doorstep as a last ditch effort. He supposed that the man likely didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to deal with him. And Amalia? He has no idea who that is. Baker, sure, but who? He passes over it. Eyes still remaining on her. “I just want to know if it’ll be gone soon.” Though he knew the term soon was relative, it still did nothing to alleviate his frustration.
He doesn’t admit he has it, fearing that acknowledging the condition would spark it to somehow get worse, but the insinuation is there. As is the black edged wounds, black edged eyes. The exhaustion that weighs at him. Even more so when she tells him she does remember it, and he looks away from her finally. His arms unfold from his chest at her apology before he nears the bars. Fingers latching onto the metal, head resting against the bars. “Did you mean them?” She never denied it, she said she would’ve never said it under her own will.
Which means she’s definitely thought it, hung onto and listened to his stories of his mother. Of his sister, of his upbringing, the bits and pieces.
He doesn’t admit he has it, fearing that acknowledging the condition would spark it to somehow get worse, but the insinuation is there. As is the black edged wounds, black edged eyes. The exhaustion that weighs at him. Even more so when she tells him she does remember it, and he looks away from her finally. His arms unfold from his chest at her apology before he nears the bars. Fingers latching onto the metal, head resting against the bars. “Did you mean them?” She never denied it, she said she would’ve never said it under her own will.
Which means she’s definitely thought it, hung onto and listened to his stories of his mother. Of his sister, of his upbringing, the bits and pieces.
does it look like he's still under your control?
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.
