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
She laughs and his slate eyes slip up to her, a dark brow raised slightly. And what she says is true after all. He craved the attention, craved the closeness. Probably because of growing up the way he had — you were disposable until you weren’t, and now he has issues letting things go. His lips form a tight line and he nods. “I can at least try to prevent it.” A small defeat, but it’s there — she knows it too, knows how far he would and wouldn’t go.
Maybe he just needs some form of validation.
His eyes meet hers when she looks to him, tells him he doesn’t get to decide about being a role model and he sighs. He doesn’t want to be one, it’s why he’s mostly stayed away from children knowing what he does and who he is. He prefers it that way. He can still remember walking the streets of Korofi and the kids would recognize him, would reenact his trial in the streets for him to view. Violent, terrible. And he grits his teeth at the memory.
“I’m glad I made you stronger.” He admits. A brief sigh through his nose at it. But as she continues, his steel gaze softened slightly on her. The soft version of himself, and her, were very similar. Thought to be undeserving of anything. And he reaches up with a hand to rub at his temple before his hand settles on the bars again. “For what it’s worth, I was happy with you. You were enough.” He lets it settle quietly before he tilts his head. “It’s just that Lusea was there for it all, everything I lived through and experienced. To you they’re just stories, but she lived it too.” He tells her quietly, shaking his head.
“I would have told you everything of my past if I got over her. And now that she’s here it’s so much easier to talk about it all. I’m sorry I couldn’t do it earlier for you.” Sorry I couldn’t give you an idea of the man I was before, what I had done and became and made for myself. But it’s too late now. And he wonders quietly if she remembers the kiss, the attempt at distracting her enough to get her to stop her attack. Wonders if she’ll bring it up or it’ll be a quiet secret between them.
Maybe he just needs some form of validation.
His eyes meet hers when she looks to him, tells him he doesn’t get to decide about being a role model and he sighs. He doesn’t want to be one, it’s why he’s mostly stayed away from children knowing what he does and who he is. He prefers it that way. He can still remember walking the streets of Korofi and the kids would recognize him, would reenact his trial in the streets for him to view. Violent, terrible. And he grits his teeth at the memory.
“I’m glad I made you stronger.” He admits. A brief sigh through his nose at it. But as she continues, his steel gaze softened slightly on her. The soft version of himself, and her, were very similar. Thought to be undeserving of anything. And he reaches up with a hand to rub at his temple before his hand settles on the bars again. “For what it’s worth, I was happy with you. You were enough.” He lets it settle quietly before he tilts his head. “It’s just that Lusea was there for it all, everything I lived through and experienced. To you they’re just stories, but she lived it too.” He tells her quietly, shaking his head.
“I would have told you everything of my past if I got over her. And now that she’s here it’s so much easier to talk about it all. I’m sorry I couldn’t do it earlier for you.” Sorry I couldn’t give you an idea of the man I was before, what I had done and became and made for myself. But it’s too late now. And he wonders quietly if she remembers the kiss, the attempt at distracting her enough to get her to stop her attack. Wonders if she’ll bring it up or it’ll be a quiet secret between them.
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.
