and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
She laughs a hollow bitter sound, and he clenches his jaw to that, listening as she continues on and he shakes his head it. “I tell them and then what? If you stand beside me it’s not a good look, not a good idea.” He begins, slinging his bow along his back and stares quietly at her back as she lets go of the bow and makes to leave. “I told you I don’t have a good reputation. It’s not on you. And they’re going to look at you with that same shame and disbelief and bewilderment like they did to me when I got married.” He says, breath hitching here and there as he catches his breath, leaves the bow in the dirt as she continues to speak.
He remains standing where he is, jaw aching with the amount he’s clenched it these last few days. “What do you want out of it? For me to declare myself yours?” He asks suddenly, the frustration evident within him, raging and warring with one another inside. He wants no marriage, wants no children, wants nothing of what it seems like everyone else around here has. And even still, she hardly knew all the intricate details of his past and what he was like, what he’s become – just the bits and pieces of points that mattered, that turned and shifted his history into creating that very same hidden shadowed man he’s become. Did she want him to claim to be with her forever, to give her the world on a platter, when all he'd done was kiss her and craved the attention she'd given him?
Perhaps he’s better off if he were to meld into the shadows and disappear, perhaps it would answer all of everyone’s questions – he’d gotten too involved in a place he can’t run from, a place he can’t disappear like he had after Lusea’s death and he’d traveled to a different country to get away, a place where they didn’t know his name, didn’t know his face.
He couldn’t be lucky enough to get that twice.
He remains standing where he is, jaw aching with the amount he’s clenched it these last few days. “What do you want out of it? For me to declare myself yours?” He asks suddenly, the frustration evident within him, raging and warring with one another inside. He wants no marriage, wants no children, wants nothing of what it seems like everyone else around here has. And even still, she hardly knew all the intricate details of his past and what he was like, what he’s become – just the bits and pieces of points that mattered, that turned and shifted his history into creating that very same hidden shadowed man he’s become. Did she want him to claim to be with her forever, to give her the world on a platter, when all he'd done was kiss her and craved the attention she'd given him?
Perhaps he’s better off if he were to meld into the shadows and disappear, perhaps it would answer all of everyone’s questions – he’d gotten too involved in a place he can’t run from, a place he can’t disappear like he had after Lusea’s death and he’d traveled to a different country to get away, a place where they didn’t know his name, didn’t know his face.
He couldn’t be lucky enough to get that twice.
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.
