i closed my eyes and saw my father's sins, they covered me like a second skin
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
The transaction is made and Hank’s given Sunjata a waterproof bag to fit the blankets into before the merchant departs back into the back. And Phoebe begins to speak, Sunjata remaining silent. “I’m just saying.” He says with a hint of stubbornness before he’s shut off completely by her tangent. And this is how it always goes, doesn’t it? An attempt, only to have it backfire because she’s taking it the wrong way. But this is the part that he was somewhat prepared for, guarded against, the way she doubles down on it.
The way she takes his words literally, too, and spins them back around on him as she was always so masterful at. All he can do is stuff the blankets into the bag before tying it up to keep the water out of it in order to transport it home. He’s somewhat prepared to argue the point, that he is working on not soaking in his shitty life, but he’s shut off when she brings up his father.
Armored scales flicker along his arms as he hoists the bag up. “Don’t you dare compare me to him.” He says quietly, a bit snappy as he places the bag against his back. “You were becoming a demigod for Frey when he showed up here. He died when I dropped him off the cliffs of Aumakua. If there’s one thing I know now, it’s that I will never be like him.” He pulls his gaze away from her and works his jaw as he steps toward the door and the rain continues to pour. “Have a good life, Phoebe.”
And he opens the door to a downpour of rain, ducks his head, and attempts to slip out the door into the rain to head home – somewhere else other than here.
- FIN <3
The way she takes his words literally, too, and spins them back around on him as she was always so masterful at. All he can do is stuff the blankets into the bag before tying it up to keep the water out of it in order to transport it home. He’s somewhat prepared to argue the point, that he is working on not soaking in his shitty life, but he’s shut off when she brings up his father.
Armored scales flicker along his arms as he hoists the bag up. “Don’t you dare compare me to him.” He says quietly, a bit snappy as he places the bag against his back. “You were becoming a demigod for Frey when he showed up here. He died when I dropped him off the cliffs of Aumakua. If there’s one thing I know now, it’s that I will never be like him.” He pulls his gaze away from her and works his jaw as he steps toward the door and the rain continues to pour. “Have a good life, Phoebe.”
And he opens the door to a downpour of rain, ducks his head, and attempts to slip out the door into the rain to head home – somewhere else other than here.
- FIN <3
i cut my branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the living room
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.
