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 tells him to prove it, and the corner of his lip that had lifted now shifts toward a smirk, and he leans further over her, hovering above her. A trembling hand that had braced on the back of the couch now reaches for her, for her blonde hair, for the back of her head to caress and pull close. His lips seek hers out, hurried, rushed, needing and wanting her. And this challenge? is little to him. He can prove it, and then some.
His other hand reaches for her body, to pull her close to him, to tug at the clothing she wears. He pauses just enough, breaking away to pull the shirt from his own body — revealing all the scratches and wounds that she has peppered his body with. But from that, the tattoos are visible, where the compass that should be pointing to Lusea, now point toward Phoebe. And he doesn’t care, doesn’t care as he seeks her out again, breath a mix of the tonic, alcohol, smoke as he drowns with her.
His other hand reaches for her body, to pull her close to him, to tug at the clothing she wears. He pauses just enough, breaking away to pull the shirt from his own body — revealing all the scratches and wounds that she has peppered his body with. But from that, the tattoos are visible, where the compass that should be pointing to Lusea, now point toward Phoebe. And he doesn’t care, doesn’t care as he seeks her out again, breath a mix of the tonic, alcohol, smoke as he drowns with her.
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.
