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 wants her to stop talking about it, but he knows she won’t. So instead he lets the barbs hit him, sinking and patching deep. No, he physically and mentally can’t choose. On one hand Lusea has done so much more for him than the reminder that he can be soft and fragile occasionally without repercussions. But when it came down to it, he inhaled deeply to answer. “I love her too, Phoebe. She died because of what she meant to me. You know that.” He whispers back, sorrow lingering in his chest at it all. He has to always choose her. To him, there’s no way to pay it back.
But he lets her tuck the hair behind her ear, and he wonders what else he can get away with on the walk home. He reaches to situate the furs along her shoulders, drawing them in tightly, before he slips out of his jacket and places it on top of the furs to keep the heat in regardless. A simple shirt is all he’s left in, the edges of tattoos peeking from underneath his stretched out collar. “Come on.” He says softly, gently. The clinic shouldn’t be that far from here, he doesn’t think anyway. But he tries to make it as comfortable as possible for her, as his boots hit and snow of the outside and goosebumps rise up his arms.
But he lets her tuck the hair behind her ear, and he wonders what else he can get away with on the walk home. He reaches to situate the furs along her shoulders, drawing them in tightly, before he slips out of his jacket and places it on top of the furs to keep the heat in regardless. A simple shirt is all he’s left in, the edges of tattoos peeking from underneath his stretched out collar. “Come on.” He says softly, gently. The clinic shouldn’t be that far from here, he doesn’t think anyway. But he tries to make it as comfortable as possible for her, as his boots hit and snow of the outside and goosebumps rise up his arms.
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.
