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
Ah, but he does have to pay her back. With his love, their dreams of what they would do if they ever got away, with the memories and jokes about Korofi, and with his body and touch. He has to. There’s a faint blue mark on his chest that matches one of hers. One and the same. He can’t pretend that it didn’t happen, can’t pretend that he doesn’t want it to. So instead he simply clenches his jaw, walking the rest of the way in silence to the clinic.
She left it unlocked, and he steps in tentatively after her as she immediately goes to start the fire, shedding his furs in the nearby couch. But his eyes drift toward the chair he had placed her in before, when she had bit him hard for the first time, and a trembling hand reaches up to cover the wound with a quiet sigh. He notices the piece of the coffee table he had broken, notices the destruction of the home, and he’s silent until he disappears from the room to reach the bathroom on the bottom floor — setting out a variety of things she needs (soaps, brushes, towels, clothes) and running a hot shower for her. But he lingers at the soap she had made for him, gnawing on his lip before he turns from the shower and heads back toward where she is, leaning against the wall with arms folded. “The shower is ready for you. You need to go clean up.” He can take care of the rest.
She left it unlocked, and he steps in tentatively after her as she immediately goes to start the fire, shedding his furs in the nearby couch. But his eyes drift toward the chair he had placed her in before, when she had bit him hard for the first time, and a trembling hand reaches up to cover the wound with a quiet sigh. He notices the piece of the coffee table he had broken, notices the destruction of the home, and he’s silent until he disappears from the room to reach the bathroom on the bottom floor — setting out a variety of things she needs (soaps, brushes, towels, clothes) and running a hot shower for her. But he lingers at the soap she had made for him, gnawing on his lip before he turns from the shower and heads back toward where she is, leaning against the wall with arms folded. “The shower is ready for you. You need to go clean up.” He can take care of the rest.
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.
