now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He’s still recovering, vision mostly cleared up but blurry when he wakes in the morning and when exhaustion sets in — as if his mind is fighting to correct what he sees. It’s exhausting, but he manages, getting a bit stronger every day. The lightning scars are still raised and pink against his skin, but they’re manageable now — if nothing else but a reminder and something to run his fingers along in case he’s forgotten.
How could he forget, though?
He hasn’t, not a bit, as he slips through the familiar door to the clinic where Vai had wished to summon him — exhaustion clinging to him like a heavy blanket. “You wanted to see me?” He rumbles, a soft smile clinging to his lips, leaning against the doorframe of the clinic.
How could he forget, though?
He hasn’t, not a bit, as he slips through the familiar door to the clinic where Vai had wished to summon him — exhaustion clinging to him like a heavy blanket. “You wanted to see me?” He rumbles, a soft smile clinging to his lips, leaning against the doorframe of the clinic.
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.
