(SE) when the nighttime comes, say yes

SUNJATA

i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring

He can feel it as she explores the horns, part of him hoping deep down that she doesn’t decide to tug on it – knowing the feeling and the sensation it would cause would be something definitely not warranted. So when she removes her hands, he sighs internally, lifting his chin a small amount to look at her with his steel gaze, hearing her question as to what an antelope was. “It’s like a deer, but found in plains or deserts.” He explains easily, giving her a softer smile.

But when she tells him that he shouldn’t hide them, he reaches up with a wet hand to run through his hair again, snagging on the tip of a horn quietly in contemplation. “It doesn’t exactly help the attempt to not look like a monster.” He admits, a bit quietly, lowering his hands before him as he releases a bit more of the hold, fingertips curling into dark claws of his panther form.

“I think it might end up being a bit too frightening for some. So I try not to.” He admits, banishing the claws to look at her again when she sinks into the water. “But you, do you have more magic than just water?” He asks with a tilt of his horned head, dark brow raising thoughtfully.

so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me