now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He doesn’t expect her to take his answers the way she does, though after knowing her for as long as he did, he probably should have. She stills, and he watches her as she looks down, the shining glint of a light reflecting from the tears that spring to her eyes. “Hey.” He says softly, reaching for her to pull her into a hug. “You never asked before.” He says softly after a moment. But when she tells him that he would be a good father, he snorts lightly. “Can’t be worse than mine. Not necessarily good, but better.” That’s what he thought, at least.
Not that he wanted to test his theory, but it was there in the chance it happened.
Her shrug at his apology and the offer of her own causes a small frown to cross his face. “We can just blame it on the Voice.” He rumbles, the flickering of a small smile. “Wasn’t your fault either. I was being reckless to have to put you through it.” He tells her gently, honestly.
Not that he wanted to test his theory, but it was there in the chance it happened.
Her shrug at his apology and the offer of her own causes a small frown to cross his face. “We can just blame it on the Voice.” He rumbles, the flickering of a small smile. “Wasn’t your fault either. I was being reckless to have to put you through it.” He tells her gently, honestly.
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.
