i can't quite tell you how it hurt me, but my god
Oh, he’s certainly not ready for this conversation. But he’s asked and asked, and finds his way there with a silent, steel and stoic presence, a mask over the internal crumbling, the hangovers, the vibrating bones within his chest at the possibilities. His head turns to look across more of the expanse of the water, far too cold to swim in still, but this is where she’d planned on taking him for a picnic when the weather got better – once the mud had dispersed. A better one from the last time when he’d told her that he’d been disloyal to her, blighted and sick.
It’s when he notices a shadow from behind him, and his heart thunders in his chest, turning on his heel to face whoever had crept up close to him. She’s tall, too, Lusea’s height, and another part of his chest aches. And when she speaks, she asks him if he’s called, eyes averting from her to look over the water’s edge, biting the inside of his cheek. “I did.” He rumbles, steel eyes narrow, hard, shadowed, dark, slip back to her.
“Someone close to me is missing, and I want to know if she’s… Dead.” Again.
It’s when he notices a shadow from behind him, and his heart thunders in his chest, turning on his heel to face whoever had crept up close to him. She’s tall, too, Lusea’s height, and another part of his chest aches. And when she speaks, she asks him if he’s called, eyes averting from her to look over the water’s edge, biting the inside of his cheek. “I did.” He rumbles, steel eyes narrow, hard, shadowed, dark, slip back to her.
“Someone close to me is missing, and I want to know if she’s… Dead.” Again.
how it still aches today
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.
