now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
It isn’t the longest flight Sunjata’s made in this shift, but it also isn’t the shortest, and by the time they get there the sun rampages from the center of the sky of the midmorning where he’d met Dahlia in Stormbreak, to hanging easily above the edge of the hills before the sun intends to set. It’s bright enough for her to see over it in the daylight, at least, seeking out a particular section of King’s End he imagines she hasn’t been to.
Though he doesn’t know what places she’s been or hasn’t been, in reality. So he lands, gracefully, outside of the Refuge, allowing her to slip off of his back before he shifts into himself, offering her his arm to guide her into the refuge. “Can’t fly in, unfortunately.” He offers the small tidbit easily, sure that she’d find out one way or another what the refuge does – it isn’t a secret, after all.
Though he doesn’t know what places she’s been or hasn’t been, in reality. So he lands, gracefully, outside of the Refuge, allowing her to slip off of his back before he shifts into himself, offering her his arm to guide her into the refuge. “Can’t fly in, unfortunately.” He offers the small tidbit easily, sure that she’d find out one way or another what the refuge does – it isn’t a secret, after all.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
