ransom notes keep falling out your mouth, mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
speak no fear, no i don't believe you. you don't care a bit. you don't care a little bit.
She can tell him that his father wasn’t right when it came to him – how much his father didn’t know him, and it’s something that he’s too vulnerable right now to understand. His father didn’t know him because his father resented him. Until he could prove himself to be a killing machine, of course. And even that had felt as if it had been on a technicality.
It had been, technically. Someone brought a gun to the Trial which had spurred it into Sunjata’s favor when he’d gone into self preservation. It’s the only reason he’d won at all.
He withdraws further as she reaches out to touch his arm, her fingers light even as his dig into his arms a bit harder – the feel of blood beneath it only retracting the claws a bit. His eyes still remain on her, narrowed and uncomfortable. Her words are met with the grinding of his teeth, the restraint that’s palpable in the way his muscles twitch.
“They haven’t sided with me, Maeve. They’ve sided with the idea of me.” And when it gets to be too much as it was prone to do, then they left, then they chose the better side.
He wishes more people did it sooner than they did – to keep him from getting attached. It’s so much easier to be like his father and not give a fuck about anyone else. It’s so much easier to not have to worry about how the things he says are received, to not have to worry about it getting used against him at some point.
His wings tighten around him a bit more and he takes a sharp, shuddering breath. “I have to go.” He tells her, the only warning she gets before he’s stepping back from her, unfolding his wings so that he might gain some distance between them so he can shift into his dragon shift and take to the skies to head home.
- FIN <333
It had been, technically. Someone brought a gun to the Trial which had spurred it into Sunjata’s favor when he’d gone into self preservation. It’s the only reason he’d won at all.
He withdraws further as she reaches out to touch his arm, her fingers light even as his dig into his arms a bit harder – the feel of blood beneath it only retracting the claws a bit. His eyes still remain on her, narrowed and uncomfortable. Her words are met with the grinding of his teeth, the restraint that’s palpable in the way his muscles twitch.
“They haven’t sided with me, Maeve. They’ve sided with the idea of me.” And when it gets to be too much as it was prone to do, then they left, then they chose the better side.
He wishes more people did it sooner than they did – to keep him from getting attached. It’s so much easier to be like his father and not give a fuck about anyone else. It’s so much easier to not have to worry about how the things he says are received, to not have to worry about it getting used against him at some point.
His wings tighten around him a bit more and he takes a sharp, shuddering breath. “I have to go.” He tells her, the only warning she gets before he’s stepping back from her, unfolding his wings so that he might gain some distance between them so he can shift into his dragon shift and take to the skies to head home.
- FIN <333
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.
