now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He prefers the prolonged suffering, if he’s being honest. If he had a choice, he’d let it writhe and consume. But he doesn’t, and instead he stands there, telling her the ways that he’s hurting, omitting his coping methods for fear of her offering herself, unsure how it could end in any way that was beneficial. But he has to ask, because she does have boys waiting on her, that she shouldn’t be here worrying over him, trying to help him when in the end it’d probably not help either of them.
She says she’s there to help him, that she’d arrived when she’d seen the sign, and he finally turns to her fully, arms still folded across his chest. “Alright. How can you help me?” He asks her, head tilting as he watches her. “You don’t know how I cope, aside from preventing part of it.” He says, referring to her telling him he should stop drinking, should lay down. “So how can you benefit me?” Because gods knew he had nothing to offer her.
She says she’s there to help him, that she’d arrived when she’d seen the sign, and he finally turns to her fully, arms still folded across his chest. “Alright. How can you help me?” He asks her, head tilting as he watches her. “You don’t know how I cope, aside from preventing part of it.” He says, referring to her telling him he should stop drinking, should lay down. “So how can you benefit me?” Because gods knew he had nothing to offer her.
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.
