now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He settles along his side, hand beneath the pillow that supports his head, and he can see the shift in her demeanor, the shift in the way she looks to him as soon as he’d moved away. But he doesn’t expect the questions, doesn’t expect the way she stumbles over trying to ask for them, as about them, and his tired steel gaze watches her face as she says what she probably has wanted to say for awhile.
She tells him that she’d try, for a relationship again with him when he was ready, and he frowns slightly, leaning back to lay along his spine to look at the ceiling again. Is that why she had come? Because Lusea was missing, now dead, to see if they had a chance together? It’s a loaded question and one he’s not wholly prepared to answer the way she wants to. Things were different now. She had boys to look after, he wanted nothing even close to a fatherly role. She had a life set up here, what would happen when he found the ocean? When he put himself in danger again and again in order to get there?
He sighs heavily, a hand reaching up to run through his hair before he looks to her, a shadowed look along his face. “We are not the same as we were before. Is that why you’ve come?” He asks quietly, unsure what the reasons were now. “I will need a lot of time Phoebe, and I’m not going to be that type of person you need.” A subtle way of saying that he doesn’t think it’ll work, not the way their history went.
She tells him that she’d try, for a relationship again with him when he was ready, and he frowns slightly, leaning back to lay along his spine to look at the ceiling again. Is that why she had come? Because Lusea was missing, now dead, to see if they had a chance together? It’s a loaded question and one he’s not wholly prepared to answer the way she wants to. Things were different now. She had boys to look after, he wanted nothing even close to a fatherly role. She had a life set up here, what would happen when he found the ocean? When he put himself in danger again and again in order to get there?
He sighs heavily, a hand reaching up to run through his hair before he looks to her, a shadowed look along his face. “We are not the same as we were before. Is that why you’ve come?” He asks quietly, unsure what the reasons were now. “I will need a lot of time Phoebe, and I’m not going to be that type of person you need.” A subtle way of saying that he doesn’t think it’ll work, not the way their history went.
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.
