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
Her reminder is somewhat unnecessary, but he understands her need to say it as much as he dislikes it. And he tugs the shirt over his torso, running a hand through his hair as he grabs the jacket and furs, covering scratches and wounds. And when he’s finally ready, he pauses by the doorway of the clinic, glancing over toward her while his lips form a tight line. It certainly makes it a bit awkward, living in the same place to be able to avoid the other completely. But he’ll try, if only to prevent more of this, whatever this is.
“Good luck.” He tells her, though it’s unclear whether he means for what the future holds, or what kind of plans Phoebe may have in regards to Lusea. Either way, he focuses briefly before moving past her again, down the porch steps with the loud thud of boots, lighting yet another cigarette before he’s off the edge of the midwife’s clinic and moving off into the night.
“Good luck.” He tells her, though it’s unclear whether he means for what the future holds, or what kind of plans Phoebe may have in regards to Lusea. Either way, he focuses briefly before moving past her again, down the porch steps with the loud thud of boots, lighting yet another cigarette before he’s off the edge of the midwife’s clinic and moving off into the night.
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.
