now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
She seems to bounce back relatively easily from that, though the shadows in his slate eyes seem unconvinced. Still, he lets her place whatever mask she chooses, hiding from him in ways she’d learned how, but he could see the pieces of it just like she could see his. “I suppose.” He offers, the ghost of a smile breaking through his own mask at the comment.
But he can also see the confusion that crosses her face when he asks her when she needs to be back, and her response incites a small snort from him. “Could’ve been worse.” He says, sighing, leaning back into the pillows to look back at the ceiling briefly. “You could stay for a bit longer if you want to.” A brief pause before he looks to her. “I could hold you for a bit. Be a little less lonely.” His shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug. He’s not asking for anything else, just company, someone to hold, no promises to keep.
But he can also see the confusion that crosses her face when he asks her when she needs to be back, and her response incites a small snort from him. “Could’ve been worse.” He says, sighing, leaning back into the pillows to look back at the ceiling briefly. “You could stay for a bit longer if you want to.” A brief pause before he looks to her. “I could hold you for a bit. Be a little less lonely.” His shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug. He’s not asking for anything else, just company, someone to hold, no promises to keep.
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.
