// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
He slips into the shower, the water running over his skin and ridding the bronze flesh of the dried blood and grime that had piled up on it. And for a moment he simply watches it as it runs into the drain, watching as it disappears and begins to run clear. It’s a minor benefit, he supposes, to watch as it disappears in the hopes his mind might follow suit. It doesn’t, of course, how could he be so naïve? So he ducks his head into the stream, letting the water run over the panes of his face, reaching up to rub at his temples and the bridge of his nose as if that might make them go away. It, too, does nothing.
Her voice distracts him again, minutely, and he withdraws his head from underneath the streams of water to grab a bit of the soap to try and clear out all the grime completely as he contemplates the answer. “I ran him out of town a… Month ago? Maybe two months?” Between the medicine (hallucinogen) he’s been taking, time was hard for him to tell now. “He was a bit of a troublemaker.” This is offered a bit quieter – sure that the kid would’ve proven to be a bigger problem should he have remained.
Guess he won’t find out.
As for who did it? His lip twitches and he’s silent for a few moments longer, working to scrub at the dirt on his calloused hands instead. “I have an idea of who might have done it, but there’s no proof yet.” Nothing determined or hard that he could do anything with. And again, he doesn’t even know where to start when it comes to finding his father – nor what he’d do when he did.
Her voice distracts him again, minutely, and he withdraws his head from underneath the streams of water to grab a bit of the soap to try and clear out all the grime completely as he contemplates the answer. “I ran him out of town a… Month ago? Maybe two months?” Between the medicine (hallucinogen) he’s been taking, time was hard for him to tell now. “He was a bit of a troublemaker.” This is offered a bit quieter – sure that the kid would’ve proven to be a bigger problem should he have remained.
Guess he won’t find out.
As for who did it? His lip twitches and he’s silent for a few moments longer, working to scrub at the dirt on his calloused hands instead. “I have an idea of who might have done it, but there’s no proof yet.” Nothing determined or hard that he could do anything with. And again, he doesn’t even know where to start when it comes to finding his father – nor what he’d do when he did.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
