now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
Just ask Frey. Well, he finds that Frey is probably one of the last gods he wants to talk to while he feels this way, that sure — while he copes in a similar manner, it’s different. He wants to feel his feelings, deal with them, lose them for a few moments, rather than having a god's help with it. But he doesn’t comment on it, instead she nears closer and he bristles slightly at the hand she rests on his shoulder, stiffening again under her touch.
Her comment of hurt has him confused — because wasn’t she still hurting? Wasn’t that the entire reason they had agreed for space, because he’d been hurting her with his presence? With what he could offer her and what she couldn’t have? He still doesn’t trust it, doesn’t trust her in this moment, and he sighs as he reaches up to rub at his temple. “Perhaps I deserve it, Phoebe.” He rumbles to her, despite the things he’d told her, he hadn’t told her everything. And with it, the likelihood that he had things in his past that made it so he deserved the pain and hardships he received time and time again.
“You underestimate me, and the things I do to people.” He turns slightly to look down to her, a frown finding his lips, shadowed silver eyes scanning her face.
Her comment of hurt has him confused — because wasn’t she still hurting? Wasn’t that the entire reason they had agreed for space, because he’d been hurting her with his presence? With what he could offer her and what she couldn’t have? He still doesn’t trust it, doesn’t trust her in this moment, and he sighs as he reaches up to rub at his temple. “Perhaps I deserve it, Phoebe.” He rumbles to her, despite the things he’d told her, he hadn’t told her everything. And with it, the likelihood that he had things in his past that made it so he deserved the pain and hardships he received time and time again.
“You underestimate me, and the things I do to people.” He turns slightly to look down to her, a frown finding his lips, shadowed silver eyes scanning her face.
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.
