now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
Perhaps his own issues have blinded him to what happened to everyone else. He knew nothing of Amalia, what occurred, nothing of the temple that remains in ruins, nothing about more that had nearly died and yet didn’t — because he’d spiraled into his own storm of chaos, of poor decisions, missed judgements. So when Deimos rounds the corners with the ramp in hand, in pieces to be put on, he feels like a dick asking this of him.
He offers a small nod to the other man, and when the question arises, he inhales a crackly deep breath — as deep as he can before falling into a fit of coughing — steel eyes scanning the porch. “I’m looking for someone to make wedding rings, actually. I heard you were the popular one to go to.” There’s a hint of defeat in his voice, shoulders drawn despite his stature. He doesn’t know about Deimos’ own engagement, knows nothing really of the man. Perhaps he’d offer to help with the ramp had he not had doctors orders to stay in bed — one he already is breaking by being out so much. And perhaps that is why his breath is shorter than before, crackling deeper the further he remains out.
He offers a small nod to the other man, and when the question arises, he inhales a crackly deep breath — as deep as he can before falling into a fit of coughing — steel eyes scanning the porch. “I’m looking for someone to make wedding rings, actually. I heard you were the popular one to go to.” There’s a hint of defeat in his voice, shoulders drawn despite his stature. He doesn’t know about Deimos’ own engagement, knows nothing really of the man. Perhaps he’d offer to help with the ramp had he not had doctors orders to stay in bed — one he already is breaking by being out so much. And perhaps that is why his breath is shorter than before, crackling deeper the further he remains out.
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.
