don't be cautious, don't be kind, you committed, i'm your crime
push my button anytime
At Fangorn’s lunge, Haai bounces up and retreats a bit, lowering herself to the ground and learning where the boundaries were. And Sunjata can feel the discomfort roiling off of the companion, enough that it distracts his gaze from Melita to the small griffin, reaching out with a hand to scoop her up and hope she doesn’t bite him to settle her in the crook of his elbow, against his torso as a cradle of sorts.
Looking back to Melita, he nods in agreement. “It was.” He had done many things he usually didn’t do, had become someone else, someone he didn’t recognize when he looked at his reflection – and it was a torture of some other kind, some other form of mental destruction. But he remains quiet while she mulls over his words, letting them sink or float, depending on how she decided to interpret them.
Clementine. The one he hadn’t met. The good one, and he smiles softly to Melita with that. “We could do something, or make something, to keep her close?” He suggests thoughtfully. Perhaps something in her spot of the bar, where she’d have a place to stay, a place to be at the end of the day. A space alongside Fangorns for memories and thoughts, gifts and trinkets for when something reminded her of Clemente.
Perhaps he should do the same for Saartjie.
Looking back to Melita, he nods in agreement. “It was.” He had done many things he usually didn’t do, had become someone else, someone he didn’t recognize when he looked at his reflection – and it was a torture of some other kind, some other form of mental destruction. But he remains quiet while she mulls over his words, letting them sink or float, depending on how she decided to interpret them.
Clementine. The one he hadn’t met. The good one, and he smiles softly to Melita with that. “We could do something, or make something, to keep her close?” He suggests thoughtfully. Perhaps something in her spot of the bar, where she’d have a place to stay, a place to be at the end of the day. A space alongside Fangorns for memories and thoughts, gifts and trinkets for when something reminded her of Clemente.
Perhaps he should do the same for Saartjie.
you got your finger on the trigger
but your trigger finger's mine
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.
