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 doesn’t look at her when she looks to him after he takes the medicine. All he can do is let it start to work, bridge of his nose pinched and eyes shut tight as he focuses on his breathing. But it begins to get easier, the anxiety begins to melt away slowly, but by a fraction, and he inhales deeply when Phoebe speaks. His eyes lifting to glance about the room — unable to look to her. She tells him to point out a variety of things he can see and his shadowed gaze dances about the room. “I can see Frey’s shrine, Pim, the fireplace, the coats in the entryway, and the boxes of supplies.” He answers at first, rough and uncertain, and so tired.
Then he glances around the room again as she sits down. “I can touch the wood of the table, the glass, the blankets, and the couch.” He doesn’t know if it’s helping, but he tries anyway. “I can smell the fireplace, the alcohol, your soap from your shower.” A small glance toward her briefly. “I can hear the snow creaking the house with the weight. I can hear Pim occasionally.” He grows quiet now, eyes returning to her as the alcohol mixes with the blight and the medicine. A pause. What can he taste?
His voice is nearly a whisper as his silver eyes clear up a small amount, though still hazy despite it all. His hands shake when he speaks to answer the last statement. “You.”
Then he glances around the room again as she sits down. “I can touch the wood of the table, the glass, the blankets, and the couch.” He doesn’t know if it’s helping, but he tries anyway. “I can smell the fireplace, the alcohol, your soap from your shower.” A small glance toward her briefly. “I can hear the snow creaking the house with the weight. I can hear Pim occasionally.” He grows quiet now, eyes returning to her as the alcohol mixes with the blight and the medicine. A pause. What can he taste?
His voice is nearly a whisper as his silver eyes clear up a small amount, though still hazy despite it all. His hands shake when he speaks to answer the last statement. “You.”
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.
