and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
Her voice cracks, but she follows his command. And he can’t quite keep the frustration from becoming exposed as he clenches his jaw and watches the arrow land. “Again.” He too, takes another arrow and nocks it into place and points it at the ground, stepping close to her but only briefly as he goes to stand on the opposite side of where he’d just been, turning his attention the other way as he lifts the bow once more. He pulls the string back, letting the arrow fly once more as he holds his breath, watching as it lands in the space a heart would be with yet another loud thunk.
’You put the ring back on.’ And he had, and he’d realized that if he were to take it off, that she would know, and he only clenches his jaw further, waiting for her to lift the bow and shoot once more. “She knows when I take it off.” He looks to her then with a sort of deadened stare, a quiet sorrow to his gaze. How he’d found out in Halo that it would burn and burn, the way he’d felt when he’d watched her tinker with it on her finger, how much those damn enchantments had fucked everything up.
He can’t help the tight set to his jaw, the drawn look across his face, the other mask coming up of burning up from within, the wildfire spinning out of control, carefully held in place by cobwebs and shade. “What was I supposed to do? Show up without it and tell her everything? No.” It was likely Phoebe had already guessed he’d done something at this point, but he kept it tight under wraps. If she told Phoebe, well, he’d deal with it one way or another. "I saw Jigano that day at the river, too, he would have asked questions." He says with a quiet sharpness, grimacing enough that the fangs show slightly.
But he was in a mess, a spiraling out of control destruction of a hurricane with him at the eye and no sign of it stopping.
’You put the ring back on.’ And he had, and he’d realized that if he were to take it off, that she would know, and he only clenches his jaw further, waiting for her to lift the bow and shoot once more. “She knows when I take it off.” He looks to her then with a sort of deadened stare, a quiet sorrow to his gaze. How he’d found out in Halo that it would burn and burn, the way he’d felt when he’d watched her tinker with it on her finger, how much those damn enchantments had fucked everything up.
He can’t help the tight set to his jaw, the drawn look across his face, the other mask coming up of burning up from within, the wildfire spinning out of control, carefully held in place by cobwebs and shade. “What was I supposed to do? Show up without it and tell her everything? No.” It was likely Phoebe had already guessed he’d done something at this point, but he kept it tight under wraps. If she told Phoebe, well, he’d deal with it one way or another. "I saw Jigano that day at the river, too, he would have asked questions." He says with a quiet sharpness, grimacing enough that the fangs show slightly.
But he was in a mess, a spiraling out of control destruction of a hurricane with him at the eye and no sign of it stopping.
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.
