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’ll enjoy it for the time he can, before the guilt and regret set in. It won’t take long, not once the alcohol and medicine wear off, and he’s left alone with the blight and the struggles of his day to day. It only adds on top of it, adds onto his struggle. But he doesn’t think of it that way, not now, not while his mind still swims with the concoction in his stomach and body.
She slides her dress off when he slides his shirt off, and he pauses briefly enough to view her, passing over the thinness of her for just drinking her in. And when his eyes lift back to hers, silver, sharp, smoldering, he grins beneath his breath and leans in to pull her close again as his lips and teeth meet her own, sliding along her jaw like he used to, meeting her neck while he fumbles with a trembling hand at his belt.
She slides her dress off when he slides his shirt off, and he pauses briefly enough to view her, passing over the thinness of her for just drinking her in. And when his eyes lift back to hers, silver, sharp, smoldering, he grins beneath his breath and leans in to pull her close again as his lips and teeth meet her own, sliding along her jaw like he used to, meeting her neck while he fumbles with a trembling hand at his belt.
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.
