now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
If his lungs already didn’t make him feel like he was drowning, watching as Deimos hears the news and begins to craft certainly would add it in. It’s like rubbing salt into a wound, over and over again, thinking little of the grimaces and how uncomfortable it is. This entirely ordeal is awkward, and if he’d been given a choice — well, Hotaru would have been it. Hell, Lily could’ve been it. But here they were, here he is, shackles and all waiting for the plunge, for the darkness to seep in and take him.
Deimos asks if it’s suitable, and Sunjata nods, grasping for the ring and inspecting it based off the craftsmanship. It’s incredibly well done, and had it been for anyone else, anyone other — the praise would be unable to leave his lips. But instead, all he can do is nod, lip curling slightly as he tucks it back into the box. “Perfect.” He says, almost flatly, feeling the nails begin to get hammered into his coffin.
For him, however? Well, if he’s going to be married, he’s getting out of it with something subtle and flashy, something him. He doesn’t care if they don’t fit together. “Black and blues perhaps?” He suggests, wondering if claw marks or waves would be better suited. “Waves?” For water to sweep him away and drown him in an unmarked, watery grave.
Deimos asks if it’s suitable, and Sunjata nods, grasping for the ring and inspecting it based off the craftsmanship. It’s incredibly well done, and had it been for anyone else, anyone other — the praise would be unable to leave his lips. But instead, all he can do is nod, lip curling slightly as he tucks it back into the box. “Perfect.” He says, almost flatly, feeling the nails begin to get hammered into his coffin.
For him, however? Well, if he’s going to be married, he’s getting out of it with something subtle and flashy, something him. He doesn’t care if they don’t fit together. “Black and blues perhaps?” He suggests, wondering if claw marks or waves would be better suited. “Waves?” For water to sweep him away and drown him in an unmarked, watery grave.
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.
