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
She shakes her head, and he nods, hands stuffing into his pockets as he walks beside her and the dragon. Head lowered, gaze drifting down as he tries to fight against the feelings that battle within him. But before he gets a chance to say anything, to do anything, she flings herself onto him. Arms snaking around his waist and instinctively he wraps his own around her, pulling her in tight, letting her sob and cry, words piercing the crevices of his own darkened heart. A trembling hand reaches up to brush away her hair, sighing deeply.
“You know I can’t.” He tells her quietly, sorrowfully, his accented deep voice hoarse and sad all the same. All he can do is hold her, be soft with her for a time, help her if he can’t do it in other ways. His arms tighten around her, keeping her close, chin resting on the top of her head for a brief moment. “But I can get you home and cleaned up.” He manages between the thundering of his heart. “I can hold you for awhile longer there too.”
“You know I can’t.” He tells her quietly, sorrowfully, his accented deep voice hoarse and sad all the same. All he can do is hold her, be soft with her for a time, help her if he can’t do it in other ways. His arms tighten around her, keeping her close, chin resting on the top of her head for a brief moment. “But I can get you home and cleaned up.” He manages between the thundering of his heart. “I can hold you for awhile longer there too.”
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.
