now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
It’s true, he could absolutely care less what the ring looks like other than it being somewhat pretty, somewhat nice so Frey can at least approve of that. At least there was some effort other than the string he would’ve brought, a twine of sorts. But no, the ring given is beautiful and lovely, and had it been for anyone else he would have been joyous, finding a million ways to pay him back for that small amount alone.
But he isn’t. And he won’t. Not until his, however.
And when Deimos proffers the finished ring, Sunjata’s short breath hitches as he observes it, the ocean effect, the blues and blacks. A smile graces his lips at this — that even if he has to be shackled, at least he wouldn’t mind wearing this. He takes it then, steel eyes lifting to Deimos with that same smile. “This is the best of it.” He offers, accented, a light glimmering and growing in his gaze. He dips his head then, gaze landing on the brutality of the box it sits within. “Thank you.” He offers, quietly.
But he isn’t. And he won’t. Not until his, however.
And when Deimos proffers the finished ring, Sunjata’s short breath hitches as he observes it, the ocean effect, the blues and blacks. A smile graces his lips at this — that even if he has to be shackled, at least he wouldn’t mind wearing this. He takes it then, steel eyes lifting to Deimos with that same smile. “This is the best of it.” He offers, accented, a light glimmering and growing in his gaze. He dips his head then, gaze landing on the brutality of the box it sits within. “Thank you.” He offers, quietly.
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.
