we must always be willing to be more savage to the angels
rip up their flesh and reveal them to be nothing
It wasn’t a marriage he wanted, knew the problems on the surface would only erupt deeper and deeper as time went on. But he was stubborn, an idiot, and often times couldn’t quite see the full end of things despite his attempts to. Wrenches thrown into plans, courses taken and invaded that drift further and further away from the course that he’s attempted to follow and go by to get the results he wanted. It is difficult for him to adapt and more times than not, he ends up stuck beneath the rubble, the driftwood, of the plans that he’d attempted to follow.
Naught is said about the conversation topic, and for that he’s quietly thankful. But it’s distracted by the sound, the rumbling and murmuring of the squirrels that inhabited the labyrinth. “I do.” He agrees, Haai’s ears swiveling to follow and hunt – haunches lowered to prowl, puff of smoke leaving her maw as she begins to follow the sound, Sunjata back on her heels far more attentive. “Where do we find this herb?” He asks quietly, shooting a glance toward Deimos before he looks forward once more.
Naught is said about the conversation topic, and for that he’s quietly thankful. But it’s distracted by the sound, the rumbling and murmuring of the squirrels that inhabited the labyrinth. “I do.” He agrees, Haai’s ears swiveling to follow and hunt – haunches lowered to prowl, puff of smoke leaving her maw as she begins to follow the sound, Sunjata back on her heels far more attentive. “Where do we find this herb?” He asks quietly, shooting a glance toward Deimos before he looks forward once more.
how willing you must be to kill angels
and how willing they must be to let you do it
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.
