now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
“Flame and Flood.” He translates easily, she should know it’d be more of a memorial type of bar now. It originally hadn’t been that way, but it had been their nicknames in Korofi, their alias of sorts, a piece of home brought to Caido. Now it was just his, and he didn’t plan on changing the name. It would remain the same, just as initially intended.
Her next set of words don’t exactly comfort him, as his hand drops from her cheek and she looks down. “Why do you think that?” He asks quietly, a rumble of a question. Granted nothing had come of it, they hadn’t known, but didn’t he tell her that if it had all worked out, if the child had been born, he would have been there? “I don’t want kids, sure. But things happen. I wouldn’t have just pretended it wasn’t mine and avoided responsibilities.” Surprisingly his lip curls up slightly in a half smile. “I'm not heartless.”
Her next comment causes him to nod slightly, the dull ache fading as he breathes in the peppermint and sighs quietly. “It’s not close to being ready to open yet, to be honest.” He tilts his head back slightly to look at the ceiling of the room, all the plans and thoughts in his mind swirling around the possibilities.
Her next set of words don’t exactly comfort him, as his hand drops from her cheek and she looks down. “Why do you think that?” He asks quietly, a rumble of a question. Granted nothing had come of it, they hadn’t known, but didn’t he tell her that if it had all worked out, if the child had been born, he would have been there? “I don’t want kids, sure. But things happen. I wouldn’t have just pretended it wasn’t mine and avoided responsibilities.” Surprisingly his lip curls up slightly in a half smile. “I'm not heartless.”
Her next comment causes him to nod slightly, the dull ache fading as he breathes in the peppermint and sighs quietly. “It’s not close to being ready to open yet, to be honest.” He tilts his head back slightly to look at the ceiling of the room, all the plans and thoughts in his mind swirling around the possibilities.
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.
