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
A shuddering breath leaves him as she tells him that nobody has their shit together. He knows, but he tries to cover it up, to say that he does to get people from fighting against it, against him. But what she says next, has his hands returning, to cover his face, to rub at his temples as he inhales deeply again, shakily. More admissions, but he’s helpless against them.
“I didn’t want to have to kill those boys.” He whispers. “I never got a choice. They threw me into the pit and there was a gun, and I had to. My choices have always been that way. Necessity, survival, and I hate it all.” He can’t shut off, he lets the words fall from his lips. “I was seventeen and they expected us to be okay after it all. To be proud of it. Paste our faces over all the boards in the city.” His voice wavers more.
“All I want...” He begins but cuts himself off. “Nevermind what I want.”
“I didn’t want to have to kill those boys.” He whispers. “I never got a choice. They threw me into the pit and there was a gun, and I had to. My choices have always been that way. Necessity, survival, and I hate it all.” He can’t shut off, he lets the words fall from his lips. “I was seventeen and they expected us to be okay after it all. To be proud of it. Paste our faces over all the boards in the city.” His voice wavers more.
“All I want...” He begins but cuts himself off. “Nevermind what I want.”
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.
