what's harder, harder to fake? that you want me to stay, or that you want me to stay the same
for you? chained to a lie. who's to blame? let it die. we're the same
for you? chained to a lie. who's to blame? let it die. we're the same
Sleep was hard to come by, honestly. Between the whole visions season, he often spent most of the evenings out of his mind in the hopes he might black himself out in order to get some rest. And the medicine hadn’t helped much, though there wasn’t a trace of reason as to why just yet – just sparks of confusion that Sunjata simply assumes is due to his exhaustion, his threat burned on both ends, until there’s nearly nothing left.
But he’s breathing and alive, and at the end of the day that’s all he can ask for.
He drags from the cigarette, gaze washing over her in the moonlight, a nod given to her mention of not getting tired. “Mm, Nate typically goes for walks.” He comments quietly, internally trying to wrack his mind over whether or not the Ascended continued to go for the walks or if he simply busied himself within the larger home they lived in now. He pushes it aside instead, at her offer to sit – eyeing the rocks beside her for perhaps a bit far too long.
And after a few moments of consideration, he steps forward, moving to perch on the rocks, to let his wings settle on the other side of the rocks, trying not to jostle the one too much. He doesn’t know what to say, instead focusing on the grasses that billow through the wind as he pulls the cigarette from his lips, flicking the ash down beneath him into the rogue bit of sand that’s managed to collect up here. And he stares at the ground, the roughness of his boot, letting the quiet night and roaring waves down below fill the silence as he tries to think of what to say, always coming back to the same question. “Why did you decide to go on that ghost whale hunt?” It comes out quietly, his gaze finally lifting to turn his head toward her.
But he’s breathing and alive, and at the end of the day that’s all he can ask for.
He drags from the cigarette, gaze washing over her in the moonlight, a nod given to her mention of not getting tired. “Mm, Nate typically goes for walks.” He comments quietly, internally trying to wrack his mind over whether or not the Ascended continued to go for the walks or if he simply busied himself within the larger home they lived in now. He pushes it aside instead, at her offer to sit – eyeing the rocks beside her for perhaps a bit far too long.
And after a few moments of consideration, he steps forward, moving to perch on the rocks, to let his wings settle on the other side of the rocks, trying not to jostle the one too much. He doesn’t know what to say, instead focusing on the grasses that billow through the wind as he pulls the cigarette from his lips, flicking the ash down beneath him into the rogue bit of sand that’s managed to collect up here. And he stares at the ground, the roughness of his boot, letting the quiet night and roaring waves down below fill the silence as he tries to think of what to say, always coming back to the same question. “Why did you decide to go on that ghost whale hunt?” It comes out quietly, his gaze finally lifting to turn his head toward her.
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.
