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
Does he even know what he’s saying anymore? He grits his teeth and shakes his head, looking away from her to drag off the cigarette again before he sighs heavily. A hand reaches up to rub at the scruff of a beard on his jawline before he looks away from her. “I don’t know.” He admits, some small amount of defeat as his lips form a tight line. “I think I’m still drunk, so nothing is really making sense.” Turning from her slightly, he can feel the goosebumps on his skin from the snow and the chill in the air, as he looks over the yard he had planted the rose at.
But he manages to listen to her words, an almost sad smile crossing his face at that. “Are you sure?” He asks, turning his gaze over to her with a raised brow. “The blight. Longnight approaching. The monsters that live and thrive here… It might be different but, still dangerous.” It’s a sad statement but he shrugs his tattooed shoulders with it, breaking his gaze from her as the blight settles deep within him.
“I do care. I wouldn’t be so upset if I didn’t.” He manages with a loud sigh. “And she was my everything, Phoebe, but I don’t know who this version of her is. She doesn’t know who this version of me is. We’re not the kids who were the faces of the revolution anymore. We’re just ourselves and hopelessly aimless without anywhere to go, anything to do.” His shadowed haze slides over to her as he flicks the ash from his smoke. “And I thought maybe, in there with the blight and the alcohol, that I could just pretend our pieces fit together like the used to. But they don’t, anymore. It doesn’t fit with Lusea either, not like it used to.”
Truth is, maybe he’ll never be happy. Maybe that’s the price he pays for everything he’s done.
But he manages to listen to her words, an almost sad smile crossing his face at that. “Are you sure?” He asks, turning his gaze over to her with a raised brow. “The blight. Longnight approaching. The monsters that live and thrive here… It might be different but, still dangerous.” It’s a sad statement but he shrugs his tattooed shoulders with it, breaking his gaze from her as the blight settles deep within him.
“I do care. I wouldn’t be so upset if I didn’t.” He manages with a loud sigh. “And she was my everything, Phoebe, but I don’t know who this version of her is. She doesn’t know who this version of me is. We’re not the kids who were the faces of the revolution anymore. We’re just ourselves and hopelessly aimless without anywhere to go, anything to do.” His shadowed haze slides over to her as he flicks the ash from his smoke. “And I thought maybe, in there with the blight and the alcohol, that I could just pretend our pieces fit together like the used to. But they don’t, anymore. It doesn’t fit with Lusea either, not like it used to.”
Truth is, maybe he’ll never be happy. Maybe that’s the price he pays for everything he’s done.
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.
