they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
He listens to her explanation and he closes his eyes for a brief moment, centering, striving for that grasp on it all. “Fucks sake.” He manages to utter, a half whisper, before he approaches the bars and lets his gaze land on her while he asks his question. His fingers curl around the cold metal, trembling and twitching unannounced. He makes no comment on it, instead his focus is on her response. Because he thinks it will change everything. But it doesn’t. He comes away short handed and short sighted again.
A muscle feathers in his jaw, and he looks away at her own question, steel eyes drifting down toward the stone floor. “The part where you said you loved me, that you loved the soft hidden part of me despite the harder edges.” An accented rumble, eyes lifting abruptly to look at her as he frowns.
“Because that soft part of me would really much rather I be dead.” He doesn’t understand how that’s the part she could be drawn to, to the part of him that would much rather get it all over with before it even begins if only to avoid the harshness of reality. And he had grown to the sharp edged, merciless as the flood he had been aptly named, in order to drown it all out. And with the blight? He was absolutely drowning now. Unable to come up and catch his breath.
A muscle feathers in his jaw, and he looks away at her own question, steel eyes drifting down toward the stone floor. “The part where you said you loved me, that you loved the soft hidden part of me despite the harder edges.” An accented rumble, eyes lifting abruptly to look at her as he frowns.
“Because that soft part of me would really much rather I be dead.” He doesn’t understand how that’s the part she could be drawn to, to the part of him that would much rather get it all over with before it even begins if only to avoid the harshness of reality. And he had grown to the sharp edged, merciless as the flood he had been aptly named, in order to drown it all out. And with the blight? He was absolutely drowning now. Unable to come up and catch his breath.
does it look like he's still under your control?
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.
