temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
He knows what its like, to feel that shame and regret, and while Bart had the time since the war to blame the Flood for it, Sunjata had nobody else to blame but himself too. It’s a commonality they both share, one that he’s started to realize needs shifting. He can’t spend the rest of his life in anger over it, right? (He can, and he will still likely die angry over it). But he tries to follow Frey’s advice in making the pain hurt a little less each day, and despite how much pain the man that he holds gives him, Sunjata can’t help but think it’s still cauterizing something.
“Send a letter when you decide to come and I’ll give you a tour.” He offers softly, trying to get the mood to lighten, only to wince slightly when Bart continues on, mentioning that it’s hardly recognizable – the entire reason he didn’t want to go brought to the surface. But the offer to see him there too is enough of a concession from how this conversation had started that Sunjata hums a little throaty sound, squeezes his shoulder again before withdrawing slightly, the glint of his wedding ring on his finger still glimmering in the dying sunlight.
He nods to Bart then back toward the party, flashing the other Wren a small pained smile. “I don’t know about you but I definitely need another drink.” A whole bottle to himself, maybe. And with that, he gives Bart little choice in the matter as he tugs his brother in law alongside him toward the party to get a few more offered drinks.
- FIN <333
“Send a letter when you decide to come and I’ll give you a tour.” He offers softly, trying to get the mood to lighten, only to wince slightly when Bart continues on, mentioning that it’s hardly recognizable – the entire reason he didn’t want to go brought to the surface. But the offer to see him there too is enough of a concession from how this conversation had started that Sunjata hums a little throaty sound, squeezes his shoulder again before withdrawing slightly, the glint of his wedding ring on his finger still glimmering in the dying sunlight.
He nods to Bart then back toward the party, flashing the other Wren a small pained smile. “I don’t know about you but I definitely need another drink.” A whole bottle to himself, maybe. And with that, he gives Bart little choice in the matter as he tugs his brother in law alongside him toward the party to get a few more offered drinks.
- FIN <333
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
