now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
She moves like water beside him, cuddling up to him and he lifts his head slightly to accommodate a space for her head, his arm wrapping around her side to hold her close as she speaks. “You should try asking more often.” He rumbles to her, somewhat amused before he presses his cheek to the top of her head. She had a tendency to assume when he had a tendency of being unpredictable, and so it doesn’t surprise him that she didn’t think she needed to ask.
Her comment about being a good father causes another snort to leave him. “I suppose.” He agrees quietly, but doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, the conversation shifts and he finds his gaze lingering on the ceiling when she comments that they were both reckless, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “Then we’re both at fault.” He answers her. They both had that burden to bear, both were at fault.
Her comment about being a good father causes another snort to leave him. “I suppose.” He agrees quietly, but doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, the conversation shifts and he finds his gaze lingering on the ceiling when she comments that they were both reckless, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “Then we’re both at fault.” He answers her. They both had that burden to bear, both were at fault.
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.
