in my darkness, you turned on a light
i hate the way you bring me back to life
Ah, so Loren hadn’t been expecting his typical form of power play, and it ignites within him as he focuses on Loren. The summoner’s hands reach up to fist into his shirt, pulling him closer slightly, to break the difference of the heights, and Sunjata gives in just enough, hands pressing harder against Loren’s shoulders to keep him there.
And well, Loren adds to the challenge and insecurities rising within him, at the fact that she had to have any kind of vengeance, any kind of retaliation. “What did I do?” He laughs, shaking his head slightly, steel eyes lingering on Loren’s blues. “You honestly don’t think you could’ve gotten her off on your own, do you?” Because where Sunjata had been sitting, it seemed incredibly unlikely. She liked the attention, and that added to it immensely.
But the summoner’s grip tightens in the clothes that Sunjata wears, when he announces the pure, true reason to all of this frustration and insecurity, and those steel eyes that had previously been a bit glossy, harden and narrow, lip curling as he grits his teeth, a muscle feathering in his jaw. “If I were enough?” He repeats, a hiss of breath and a slight growl. “I made one fucking mistake. One. While blighted, drunk, given some kind of anti-anxiety drink.” The growl that lingers in his voice is slightly more feline than it ever used to be. “And she doesn’t seem to think I’ve regretted it since the day it happened.”
Then, what does he want? What is he hoping to accomplish? He doesn’t know. What he does know, is that he needs LongNight to be over with. Stir crazy, permanently drunk it seemed, and maybe he just needed his own space. Perhaps the Temple was a bad idea in the end. “What I want.” He says at first, stepping back from Loren with a light shove to give him space before a hand reaches to run through his hair. “What I want is to be the same as I was, but this fucking place changed me. And I want you to have been enough so she doesn’t have to keep fucking looking.”
And well, Loren adds to the challenge and insecurities rising within him, at the fact that she had to have any kind of vengeance, any kind of retaliation. “What did I do?” He laughs, shaking his head slightly, steel eyes lingering on Loren’s blues. “You honestly don’t think you could’ve gotten her off on your own, do you?” Because where Sunjata had been sitting, it seemed incredibly unlikely. She liked the attention, and that added to it immensely.
But the summoner’s grip tightens in the clothes that Sunjata wears, when he announces the pure, true reason to all of this frustration and insecurity, and those steel eyes that had previously been a bit glossy, harden and narrow, lip curling as he grits his teeth, a muscle feathering in his jaw. “If I were enough?” He repeats, a hiss of breath and a slight growl. “I made one fucking mistake. One. While blighted, drunk, given some kind of anti-anxiety drink.” The growl that lingers in his voice is slightly more feline than it ever used to be. “And she doesn’t seem to think I’ve regretted it since the day it happened.”
Then, what does he want? What is he hoping to accomplish? He doesn’t know. What he does know, is that he needs LongNight to be over with. Stir crazy, permanently drunk it seemed, and maybe he just needed his own space. Perhaps the Temple was a bad idea in the end. “What I want.” He says at first, stepping back from Loren with a light shove to give him space before a hand reaches to run through his hair. “What I want is to be the same as I was, but this fucking place changed me. And I want you to have been enough so she doesn’t have to keep fucking looking.”
'cause i am haunted, i cannot tell a lie
i like you better when i am dead inside
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.
