now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
He wants to sit there and ask Deimos what he can do for him – but between the doctor’s notes of bed rest and the like, he finds his usefulness immensely dimmed. And he hates it – hates being so useless and stuck, waiting and watching while the world spins by. Instead, he focuses on Deimos as he lifts the gloves to slip them back on – he might at least be able to help hold the boards into place… But before he can ask, Deimos asks when the ceremony is, and his jaw clenches.
“Three days from now.” He admits, shaking his horned head, inhaling a crackling deep breath. “Can I help you with anything?” He asks, moving to stand along the side and watches as the man figures out where he could adjust angles and slopes, wondering what it was even for. How much else had he missed, too tangled in the drama of his own life? “Adding ramps?” He suggests, brow lifting quietly watching.
“Three days from now.” He admits, shaking his horned head, inhaling a crackling deep breath. “Can I help you with anything?” He asks, moving to stand along the side and watches as the man figures out where he could adjust angles and slopes, wondering what it was even for. How much else had he missed, too tangled in the drama of his own life? “Adding ramps?” He suggests, brow lifting quietly watching.
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.
