i believe it was a sin to do you in the way i did you in, i couldn't stop it coming from afar
i lost the keys to the getaway car. and every now and then i'm in this place
i lost the keys to the getaway car. and every now and then i'm in this place
The wave hits, and he goes under and under and he’s drowning again – salt water stinging against his wounds, burning and sharpening in pain that he chokes on the water that rushes down his throat. His mind isn’t following, and it’s a wonder that he doesn’t actually drown. But those shifts under his skin look out for him, turning from bird to whale, the orca trying his best with his animalistic mind to get back to the shore. He blacks out at some point from blood loss, when the world grows dark, unsure of how long he’s been adrift in the ocean.
And he’s unconscious when he washes up with the tides in Rae’s Fingers. The tide recedes, and he’s lain prone in his human form along the rocky interior of the caves, a ruined face that would scar to hell, a torn shirt with wide puncture wounds to his side, and shallow breaths, a low heart beat, a wonder that he’d survived the torment of the waters below.
But that was what he was always good at.
Surviving.
And he’s unconscious when he washes up with the tides in Rae’s Fingers. The tide recedes, and he’s lain prone in his human form along the rocky interior of the caves, a ruined face that would scar to hell, a torn shirt with wide puncture wounds to his side, and shallow breaths, a low heart beat, a wonder that he’d survived the torment of the waters below.
But that was what he was always good at.
Surviving.
it's hell living when i need your face. don't hide, don't hide, don't hide from me
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.
