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
Ah, here she comes. He remains leaning forward on the awning of the porch, hands shaking while he holds the cigarette between his first two fingers, eyes following the ash as it drifts like the snow outside. Her voice rings out to him, flat and somewhat surprised to see that he remains, but he doesn’t turn to look at her yet. Instead, he takes a moment to take another deep drag of the smoke before he turns to look at her.
“Can’t exactly go home right now.” He offers wearily. Because for one he doesn’t have his normal earthy, smoky scent. Second, he’s not sure what he’ll do the moment he gets there. Whether he’ll hold Lusea, avoid her, tell her, remain silent. He doesn’t know, and his head still throbs.
“What was in the tonic?” He asks after a moment, wondering what exactly it was that had loosened him up mixed with the alcohol and blight.
“Can’t exactly go home right now.” He offers wearily. Because for one he doesn’t have his normal earthy, smoky scent. Second, he’s not sure what he’ll do the moment he gets there. Whether he’ll hold Lusea, avoid her, tell her, remain silent. He doesn’t know, and his head still throbs.
“What was in the tonic?” He asks after a moment, wondering what exactly it was that had loosened him up mixed with the alcohol and blight.
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.
