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
It does hurt, everything, and until exhaustion pours through him again, he fights Vai’s attempts to make him more comfortable, he fights any and every attempt to open himself up again. It had been the only way, of course, the only way to try and take his father down. And he hopes he’s done it, hopes that the rocks in the sea had killed him. For now, though, Vai’s voice soothes him a fraction – the Flood hiccupping on the mess of his lungs and the blood that tears open through his mouth again.
More magic takes the edge off, makes it easier, starts to clot and stop the bleeding in his side and in his mouth, and he pants against the pain to all of it again. But at least he’s somewhat coherent, moving where Vai directs him to because he knows it’s her, now, and he manages to open his eyes and blink through the fog, the blankness of his mind. He doesn’t know how long it’s been, doesn’t know what happened to Nate after. “I…” He begins to say, clutching his jaw and giving up with the pain to his throat, his voice hoarse and deep.
More magic takes the edge off, makes it easier, starts to clot and stop the bleeding in his side and in his mouth, and he pants against the pain to all of it again. But at least he’s somewhat coherent, moving where Vai directs him to because he knows it’s her, now, and he manages to open his eyes and blink through the fog, the blankness of his mind. He doesn’t know how long it’s been, doesn’t know what happened to Nate after. “I…” He begins to say, clutching his jaw and giving up with the pain to his throat, his voice hoarse and deep.
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.
