i am the man we both couldn't stand, i can't wash the dirt from my hands
what was it like to feel in love?
As she asks for a smoke, he nods, offering his own and discarding the rest of the pack on the blanket should she want one, the matches beside it. He manages to spark a smile on his face at the comment, imagining should she actually try to, how well it would work. “I suppose I’ll have to get a 9 to 5, huh? Support you in your housekeeping endeavors?” It’s a joke that falls flat, not as his question slips through and demolishes any sort of hope for a normal lunch it might be.
Besides, he’s not really hungry anyway.
But she doesn’t answer him the way he wants her to, and he shakes his head looking away from her, from the scars and the wounds she endured for him, because of him. He chews on his lip briefly, eyes shadowed and haunted. Not the man she used to know, not who he wants to be. “I’m not normal here. The sickness it… It’s fucking with my emotions and thoughts and I haven’t been home and I’m sorry, and I just… I fucked up the other night.” He admits, eyes sliding back over to hers. “And I know you’re going to be pissed at me, I am too. And I’m sorry, first of all.” He pauses, the softness showing in the lining of his eyes that brim with an inky black.
But he can’t look at her and tell her, instead his head drops to his head that shake and tremble uncontrollably. “I let Phoebe out of the jail and went home with her that night.”
Besides, he’s not really hungry anyway.
But she doesn’t answer him the way he wants her to, and he shakes his head looking away from her, from the scars and the wounds she endured for him, because of him. He chews on his lip briefly, eyes shadowed and haunted. Not the man she used to know, not who he wants to be. “I’m not normal here. The sickness it… It’s fucking with my emotions and thoughts and I haven’t been home and I’m sorry, and I just… I fucked up the other night.” He admits, eyes sliding back over to hers. “And I know you’re going to be pissed at me, I am too. And I’m sorry, first of all.” He pauses, the softness showing in the lining of his eyes that brim with an inky black.
But he can’t look at her and tell her, instead his head drops to his head that shake and tremble uncontrollably. “I let Phoebe out of the jail and went home with her that night.”
i can't scrub the black from my lungs
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.
