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
The way she says it, that she still loves him causes him to turn away from her slightly more. He doesn’t want to hear it, doesn’t want to listen to the claims she makes on what he’s like, what he’s done, as if it’s okay. Because it’s not okay. It never has been. But is that because of him? Or the life he grew up in? Yet again, he doesn’t know, and he bites down on his lower lip again as he fights back against the blight that runs through him. The blight that wants to attack and get rid of those he cares about.
Once again he’d rather himself be small, would rather he have the option of ceasing it all if only to not deal with this anymore. But of course, she isn’t done. And she poises the question at him and he shakes his head, the blight creeping in deeper as he turns back to the bars she’s behind. “I am.” He tells her, approaching further, edging near the bars, a trembling hand reaching up to gesture to all of her. “I’m afraid of what you can make of me, of this.” There’s a smile that crosses his face now, cold. “I don’t want any of it, any of the things you do, and yet the weak part of me is drawn to you, that wants and craves those things. And I always come to you when I’m weak, you are my crutch.” He tells her bluntly, a snort leaving him.
“And being weak gets you killed.” It got Lusea killed. It got his friends killed. It got everyone killed in the end.
Once again he’d rather himself be small, would rather he have the option of ceasing it all if only to not deal with this anymore. But of course, she isn’t done. And she poises the question at him and he shakes his head, the blight creeping in deeper as he turns back to the bars she’s behind. “I am.” He tells her, approaching further, edging near the bars, a trembling hand reaching up to gesture to all of her. “I’m afraid of what you can make of me, of this.” There’s a smile that crosses his face now, cold. “I don’t want any of it, any of the things you do, and yet the weak part of me is drawn to you, that wants and craves those things. And I always come to you when I’m weak, you are my crutch.” He tells her bluntly, a snort leaving him.
“And being weak gets you killed.” It got Lusea killed. It got his friends killed. It got everyone killed in the end.
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.
