is this heartache we can fix?
in the morning when we wake?
Loren tells him he’s there, there for him and throughout the throws of feelings that overwhelm him, opening up old scars, and he can’t help but wish to shy away from that too. He remains silent, absorbing the feelings that Loren sends, the words that are said. Again that he’s not alone, that it’s not his fault. But what if it was? What if he was just this… black hole that absorbed and destroyed those that were close to him?
He remains still while Loren leans closer, adjusting against his leg, and his side twitches lightly beneath the gentle touch of the summoner. Everyone that gets close to me, dies, Loren. How is it not my fault? I’m the only common thing between them. It’s the only reasonable thing he can think of. Him.
He remains still while Loren leans closer, adjusting against his leg, and his side twitches lightly beneath the gentle touch of the summoner. Everyone that gets close to me, dies, Loren. How is it not my fault? I’m the only common thing between them. It’s the only reasonable thing he can think of. Him.
when i'm sober, would you stay?
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.
