now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He doesn’t have the time to reply to her initial question, not as she barges on and he stills under her words. Stills. He’d spent his life surviving, surging, destroying for her since he met her. Since she’d shown him that there were other ways of handling his anger, other ways to burn and remain strong. She wasn’t just a girl, she had been his life. She had been taken from him twice.
“Do not compare this to Emmett or me.” He says at first, eyes narrowing before he tilts his head at her. “Or Loren for that matter.” Because Loren had told him about that too. And none of them were remotely the same, not even close. “Life has always been unfair and sad. It’s always been a lesson in suffering.” For him it has. Since he could remember. Hiding and fighting, hiding and fighting again and again. He’d thought it would be different here but he had been wrong.
And here he is, fighting again. “But sure, for the sake of it, let’s say I was the best thing to happen to you. And after years of being together, being a team, I died. Then a few years later I miraculously come back, only to not even get a year with my second chance, before I died again. And tell me you’d be out planting flowers, thanking Frey that at least you have some control over your life.” Because he has no control, no control over any of it when it feels like sand slipping through his fingers.
“Do not compare this to Emmett or me.” He says at first, eyes narrowing before he tilts his head at her. “Or Loren for that matter.” Because Loren had told him about that too. And none of them were remotely the same, not even close. “Life has always been unfair and sad. It’s always been a lesson in suffering.” For him it has. Since he could remember. Hiding and fighting, hiding and fighting again and again. He’d thought it would be different here but he had been wrong.
And here he is, fighting again. “But sure, for the sake of it, let’s say I was the best thing to happen to you. And after years of being together, being a team, I died. Then a few years later I miraculously come back, only to not even get a year with my second chance, before I died again. And tell me you’d be out planting flowers, thanking Frey that at least you have some control over your life.” Because he has no control, no control over any of it when it feels like sand slipping through his fingers.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
