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
She speaks so softly, as if she’s trying to console a wounded animal. And honestly? She is. But Sunjata’s too broken right now to do much else other than follow her guidance, trusting her that it would be correct, even if the past between them had become somewhat rocky in regards to that. It matters now because she’s found him. It matters now, because she’s healing him enough that he can swallow against his pained, dry throat, attempting to stifle down the tears that stream down his face.
His head is in her lap and he finds himself staring out at that water – the space where so much had begun and so much had ended, before he blinks away the glimmer of tears before it has a chance to pool again, to look up at her when she wipes them away. “Yes.” It’s a weak, pitiful sound, hoarse and deep and like sandpaper.
He braces a shaking arm to sit up slowly, bruised in the shape of Shaju’s hand, huffing out a series of shuddering breaths when he does it, his free hand moving to his wounded side. He finally settles on resting on his elbow, finding it the easiest, to prop himself up slowly as to not tear anything more. His tongue pokes and prods at the knitted together scar in his mouth, while he finally rights himself up fully and hisses against the throbbing in his head. He sniffles down the tears, reaching up with a trembling hand to wipe them away. “Water. Please.” He manages, his hand dropping into his lap, looking back over to Vai.
His head is in her lap and he finds himself staring out at that water – the space where so much had begun and so much had ended, before he blinks away the glimmer of tears before it has a chance to pool again, to look up at her when she wipes them away. “Yes.” It’s a weak, pitiful sound, hoarse and deep and like sandpaper.
He braces a shaking arm to sit up slowly, bruised in the shape of Shaju’s hand, huffing out a series of shuddering breaths when he does it, his free hand moving to his wounded side. He finally settles on resting on his elbow, finding it the easiest, to prop himself up slowly as to not tear anything more. His tongue pokes and prods at the knitted together scar in his mouth, while he finally rights himself up fully and hisses against the throbbing in his head. He sniffles down the tears, reaching up with a trembling hand to wipe them away. “Water. Please.” He manages, his hand dropping into his lap, looking back over to Vai.
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.
