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
His arms loosen around her when she tells him he won’t choose her, and he inhales somewhat deeply before she releases his shirt and stands before him. His own arms fall to his side, fingers shaking as he looks down to her, his steel gaze full of sorrow and soft. “I can’t.” He says again. The soft part of him wants to pull her in again, to tell her it’ll be okay, but the reality is that it won’t be. And he knows nothing he can say will make it better.
But then she hiccups in her tears, telling him that he’ll go see comfort from Lusea where he won’t end up receiving it, to leave her all alone again, and he shakes his head to her — the edges of the blight peeking out through the veins of his eyes, when he shakes his head again. “I am not going home tonight.” He tells her quietly, not wanting to expose too many to the blighted version of himself. He doesn’t know what will happen, what he would end up doing if he harmed someone else. But Phoebe? To him it was fair. To him she simply could handle it after everything she’s done with the blight.
Tentatively, with a trembling hand, he reaches up to push back a bit of her hair. “Please let me do this.” It’s a near whisper, his accented voice cracking along the words.
But then she hiccups in her tears, telling him that he’ll go see comfort from Lusea where he won’t end up receiving it, to leave her all alone again, and he shakes his head to her — the edges of the blight peeking out through the veins of his eyes, when he shakes his head again. “I am not going home tonight.” He tells her quietly, not wanting to expose too many to the blighted version of himself. He doesn’t know what will happen, what he would end up doing if he harmed someone else. But Phoebe? To him it was fair. To him she simply could handle it after everything she’s done with the blight.
Tentatively, with a trembling hand, he reaches up to push back a bit of her hair. “Please let me do this.” It’s a near whisper, his accented voice cracking along the words.
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.
