and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
She begins to reply, and he can’t help the slight shake of his head to that. It wasn’t that simple, because she’d known all those things. She’d known it all, and yet still went along with it – and he had too, had given into her because she had that power over him, held it over him, fought with him over the terminology he used, the binding verbal contracts that he seemed to always walk into regardless of how prepared he was for them.
He draws his bow as well, pulling it back and watching it sail through the air to hit the dummy in the neck, right along the jugular, right along where the woman beside him had kissed him, and he exhales a sharp short breath as he turns to her and watches her own arrow hit. “Good.” He rumbles, spending time to let her figure it out while she too chides him in a way. It was only fair, however, he’d burned them, and he can feel it within him as he draws his arrow back again.
“You’re right, I said nothing. Because I’ve said it all before and it doesn't matter. It's an excuse. I don’t love her. I don’t want to be married to her. I don’t want to be married at all.” He heaves for a breath, letting himself still enough to let the arrow fly through the air. “But it doesn’t matter, because then I’m turning it around on myself, looking like the selfish prick she makes me believe I am when she should get exactly what she wants at everyone else’s expense.” Fanged teeth clench when the arrow hits the opposite shoulder of Maea’s with a loud thunk.
He exhales a rasping sound, shaking his head and returning his attention to her, some sort of flame buried beneath that cracks and burns, igniting a wildfire within him. “Shoot again.” His voice is hoarse, the frustration evident. “She gets under my skin, fucks with my head in a way that I just, I stop trying.” A defeat as he goes to watch her shoot again.
He draws his bow as well, pulling it back and watching it sail through the air to hit the dummy in the neck, right along the jugular, right along where the woman beside him had kissed him, and he exhales a sharp short breath as he turns to her and watches her own arrow hit. “Good.” He rumbles, spending time to let her figure it out while she too chides him in a way. It was only fair, however, he’d burned them, and he can feel it within him as he draws his arrow back again.
“You’re right, I said nothing. Because I’ve said it all before and it doesn't matter. It's an excuse. I don’t love her. I don’t want to be married to her. I don’t want to be married at all.” He heaves for a breath, letting himself still enough to let the arrow fly through the air. “But it doesn’t matter, because then I’m turning it around on myself, looking like the selfish prick she makes me believe I am when she should get exactly what she wants at everyone else’s expense.” Fanged teeth clench when the arrow hits the opposite shoulder of Maea’s with a loud thunk.
He exhales a rasping sound, shaking his head and returning his attention to her, some sort of flame buried beneath that cracks and burns, igniting a wildfire within him. “Shoot again.” His voice is hoarse, the frustration evident. “She gets under my skin, fucks with my head in a way that I just, I stop trying.” A defeat as he goes to watch her shoot again.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bullet proof
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.
