now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
“It’s a good thing you’re a hard worker.” He offers quietly, his hand rubbing against her shoulder gently, breathing in the scent of lavender and other familiar scents he’d spent months smelling. A deep sigh leaves him, though, and he squeezes her shoulder gently again, turning his head toward her just enough.
“You’re doing fine.” He offers unhelpfully, close enough that his lips brush against her blonde hair. At least this way he wasn’t opening up another bottle, had something and someone else to focus on, keeping himself away from dwelling in his thoughts.
“You’re doing fine.” He offers unhelpfully, close enough that his lips brush against her blonde hair. At least this way he wasn’t opening up another bottle, had something and someone else to focus on, keeping himself away from dwelling in his thoughts.
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.
