and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He would stay behind it, he’d keep comments to himself, he’d do what he should have done in the beginning before he’d given into temptation and swam beneath the currents. And he lays all his wishes bare before her, everything that he’s wanted, everything he’s tried to do before he’d spiraled it and broken it apart at the seams, shifting and turning and breaking with every attempt that he tries to do some good. It always ended up in destruction, at the cost of others, and it had broken him up on the inside from his seventeenth year.
It’s been almost a decade since, and he still hasn’t figured it out.
He exhales a quiet rasping sigh when she steps toward him, despite the silence. And he moves somewhat out of the way to let her pick up the bow, to hand her the quiver. And when she speaks, it’s as though nothing had happened just now – that there isn’t the slight gloss to her eyes of where tears had been, but he keeps up the charade. Focusing on her and her form, keeping it professional as he listens to what she has to say. “We can’t get there unless there’s more portals, I thought.” He rumbles slightly, finally spending a moment to catch his breath as he watches the arrow fly and hit directly in the chest.
“Very good.” He comments quietly. Moving to pull his bow off of his shoulder, glancing over her briefly when she speaks next. “As much as I want to forget about it here, I’ll be coming back.” His bar is here after all, the pieces of Lusea he has left. He pulls an arrow from his own quiver, pulling back on the drawstring and lets the arrow fly until it hits the space directly beside where she’d shot her last arrow.
“Would you ever consider going to explore? For the Loreseekers or yourself?” He asks quietly – a Natural, granted the world at her disposal. What did she want to do with it, if anything? The question is also a quiet prompt as he steps aside once more, to watch her try once more to get the hang of it, the strength of the tautness of the bow.
It’s been almost a decade since, and he still hasn’t figured it out.
He exhales a quiet rasping sigh when she steps toward him, despite the silence. And he moves somewhat out of the way to let her pick up the bow, to hand her the quiver. And when she speaks, it’s as though nothing had happened just now – that there isn’t the slight gloss to her eyes of where tears had been, but he keeps up the charade. Focusing on her and her form, keeping it professional as he listens to what she has to say. “We can’t get there unless there’s more portals, I thought.” He rumbles slightly, finally spending a moment to catch his breath as he watches the arrow fly and hit directly in the chest.
“Very good.” He comments quietly. Moving to pull his bow off of his shoulder, glancing over her briefly when she speaks next. “As much as I want to forget about it here, I’ll be coming back.” His bar is here after all, the pieces of Lusea he has left. He pulls an arrow from his own quiver, pulling back on the drawstring and lets the arrow fly until it hits the space directly beside where she’d shot her last arrow.
“Would you ever consider going to explore? For the Loreseekers or yourself?” He asks quietly – a Natural, granted the world at her disposal. What did she want to do with it, if anything? The question is also a quiet prompt as he steps aside once more, to watch her try once more to get the hang of it, the strength of the tautness of the bow.
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.
