now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He doesn’t even notice her comment about the mud, to focused on the bottle rolling between his fingers, the way the light filters in and glints off of it in rainbow hues. His gaze remains on the bottle still as she comments on how feeling worse doesn’t make it better, causing a snort to leave him. “At least it helps me feel like I deserve it.” He sets the bottle down, reaching up with an empty hand to squeeze at the space between his shoulder and his neck, over one of the compasses he proudly sports.
Her condolences however grants a quiet nod, and his gaze looks to one of the windows to avoid her, the pounding in his head slightly better the more he looks and focuses on the light streaming in. “Everyone keeps saying that but it doesn’t change it any.” He finally says, shadowed steel gaze drifting toward her face finally. “Doesn’t matter much in the end anyway. Everyone’s sorry, and then everything moves on.” His hand traces along his neck briefly, rubbing at it before it drops back to the top of the table.
Her condolences however grants a quiet nod, and his gaze looks to one of the windows to avoid her, the pounding in his head slightly better the more he looks and focuses on the light streaming in. “Everyone keeps saying that but it doesn’t change it any.” He finally says, shadowed steel gaze drifting toward her face finally. “Doesn’t matter much in the end anyway. Everyone’s sorry, and then everything moves on.” His hand traces along his neck briefly, rubbing at it before it drops back to the top of the table.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
