now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
Oh, he has hit a nerve. And a part of him relishes in it as she replies, pointed words hitting him back and bouncing off like his own do to her. Perhaps he just wants someone to feel as terrible as he does, to know he’s not alone, and so he lashes out — striking at those closest, trying and trying to push away. But he doesn’t have the magic Lusea did. He doesn’t have anything but himself and forms that don’t contribute to any kind of fight when he can’t talk with them. But one thing is evident, he’s hurting. Deeply. He’s sure he has a cornered market of it. “You moved on. I thought I had too, but then she comes back.” He begins, but he’s cut off by her confusion over Loren and his brow lifts briefly.
“Remi told Loren about your feelings for him. Loren told me, because of what we did at LongNight. Does it matter anymore?” He says quietly, who told who didn’t matter in the end. What mattered was that it wasn’t the same. And he was running out of ways to accurately describe all the ways it was different, until she stops his mind in its tracks again.
“I’m not an angry drunk.” He finally says shaking his head. She wanted him strong, to set the world on fire, and he just didn’t know how to be. “I had three years to move on before I came to Caido. Forgive me if I haven’t come back to par after a few weeks.” He leans against the edge of the bar, eyes remaining on her. “So I’ll do what I did before, I’m doing what I did before. Drink too much and find someone to go home with until it gets better.”
“Remi told Loren about your feelings for him. Loren told me, because of what we did at LongNight. Does it matter anymore?” He says quietly, who told who didn’t matter in the end. What mattered was that it wasn’t the same. And he was running out of ways to accurately describe all the ways it was different, until she stops his mind in its tracks again.
“I’m not an angry drunk.” He finally says shaking his head. She wanted him strong, to set the world on fire, and he just didn’t know how to be. “I had three years to move on before I came to Caido. Forgive me if I haven’t come back to par after a few weeks.” He leans against the edge of the bar, eyes remaining on her. “So I’ll do what I did before, I’m doing what I did before. Drink too much and find someone to go home with until it gets better.”
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.
