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
She nods when he speaks, commenting on what he can hear and see and smell, but he can see the confusion growing in her eyes when he replies the final part — the blight and the alcohol wanting nothing more than to be close. And when it finally sinks, when her cheeks spark a bit red, he turns to face her fully, an arm braced against the back of the sofa as she gives him her ultimatum. He sighs, knowing it was coming, but he isn’t finished yet.
“I can choose you for tonight.” He whispers, a quiet rumble. Because at the end of the day, it’s still complicated, confusing, frustrating. Eyes watching her face, his breathing finally calm enough. And he swallows hard against the not fully healed wounds and the stitches on his neck and jaw, steel eyes sharp and clear while inside the blight, alcohol, and medicine roil and shift.
“I can choose you for tonight.” He whispers, a quiet rumble. Because at the end of the day, it’s still complicated, confusing, frustrating. Eyes watching her face, his breathing finally calm enough. And he swallows hard against the not fully healed wounds and the stitches on his neck and jaw, steel eyes sharp and clear while inside the blight, alcohol, and medicine roil and shift.
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.
