but i come to life, come to life
some princes don't become kings
He’s not sure why he can’t look at her, though he chalks it somewhat up to guilt. Regrets, pain, the terror of finding her hurt and how much she mattered to him in the long run. But she’s okay, he keeps telling himself. They’d both made it. But so many others hadn’t. And it was for them that he hurt further, that the bruises themselves might press in on him. All he can do is nod to her, lifting the cigarette to his lips again to take a drag and letting it tightly settle in his lungs. “I‘m glad you’re doing okay.” He offers Melita, his hand snagging on one of his horns when he goes to look at Oliver.
And it’s so much worse than he had imagined. It pained him to hear the little girl that had been babbling and full of life, how he’d told Remi to keep an eye on her, now didn’t breathe. And it stung. But his brows furrow slightly as he tries to think — because Phoebe had brought the boys too — he had spotted them as he danced with her beforehand. And he had entered the tango with the creature mostly because she had captured his attention with it.
“How old were the other kids?” He rumbles somewhat flatly, steel eyes shadowed and haunted as he awaits the answer, hoping that the sob he’d heard from Phoebe as he emerged from the mud monsters remains were not because the other kids had been triplets. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if it were.
And it’s so much worse than he had imagined. It pained him to hear the little girl that had been babbling and full of life, how he’d told Remi to keep an eye on her, now didn’t breathe. And it stung. But his brows furrow slightly as he tries to think — because Phoebe had brought the boys too — he had spotted them as he danced with her beforehand. And he had entered the tango with the creature mostly because she had captured his attention with it.
“How old were the other kids?” He rumbles somewhat flatly, steel eyes shadowed and haunted as he awaits the answer, hoping that the sob he’d heard from Phoebe as he emerged from the mud monsters remains were not because the other kids had been triplets. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if it were.
even at the best of times,
i'm out of my mind
SUNJATA
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.
