now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He repeats the request and Sunjata sighs a crackly sound before he nods, jaw clenching with it. It wasn’t a merry occasion, he’d have never wanted to have this conversation, have this thought. And yet, here he is, full of resentment, full of spite burning and churning in his gut until all he can see are the dark edges of the way his life is to be spent. He wonders if his father is laughing at it, a world far away. He wonders if Lusea, given the chance, would smite him on the spot.
He’s such an idiot.
He nearly grimaces when Deimos turns to look at him, to ask who it was for — knowing the general had known, had commented with wry looks about Hotaru and him. Perhaps that makes it worse, after his previous conversations with Hotaru. Regardless, he shakes his head, the sound that leaves him is low and akin to frustrated. “Phoebe, the midwife. So, something pink with flowers probably so Frey doesn’t smite me would be deeply appreciated.” He tries to jest, but results in running a hand through his hair, snagging on a horn.
He’s such an idiot.
He nearly grimaces when Deimos turns to look at him, to ask who it was for — knowing the general had known, had commented with wry looks about Hotaru and him. Perhaps that makes it worse, after his previous conversations with Hotaru. Regardless, he shakes his head, the sound that leaves him is low and akin to frustrated. “Phoebe, the midwife. So, something pink with flowers probably so Frey doesn’t smite me would be deeply appreciated.” He tries to jest, but results in running a hand through his hair, snagging on a horn.
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.
