// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
He wants to tell his father he’s seen more than enough death. He wants to tell him that he doesn’t enjoy it like Shaju does. He wants to tell him that it’s horrible and wrong, but he refrains. If the boot to his calf as he tries to stand is the worst he gets for the moment, he’ll keep his mouth shut. The wing hangs limply as he finally stands, recovering even if the muscles in his back twitch and tremble with each step, each branch the leathery appendage snags on, Sunjata can’t help but to keep his jaw clenched tight, to keep from saying anything, even as the jungle fades out and sand becomes visible, and home is in the distance.
He swallows down the bite in his words from the ones that come to mind, swallows it hard as pain vibrates through him again and again. He wants to tell his father he’s wrong about that, about remaining as Governor. Gods know he’d do his best to stay there. But he has nothing to say that wouldn’t get more punishment for his outbursts. And he keeps walking, silently, cursing at the lies mentally as they come to mind.
He swallows down the bite in his words from the ones that come to mind, swallows it hard as pain vibrates through him again and again. He wants to tell his father he’s wrong about that, about remaining as Governor. Gods know he’d do his best to stay there. But he has nothing to say that wouldn’t get more punishment for his outbursts. And he keeps walking, silently, cursing at the lies mentally as they come to mind.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
SUNJATA
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.
