they made a mockery of him once 'look at the walking tragedy' now they whisper when he passes
he's a demon, with a crown of blood
Is he giving up on it? Or does he need a moment to simply try to recover? To visit Torchline and forget everything that’s happened here? He doesn’t know, has never truly known what he wanted. The ocean, yes, and now that the rumors were true… Then what? What was left? His horned head tilts lower again, head hung between the shoulders that prop him up before he exhales, pulling the cigarette from his lips with one last long drag, putting it out in an ashtray nearby.
“No.” He says after a moment of consideration. It’s the last thing he has of Lusea, the last thing she’d touched, the last thing he had before spiraling completely. Sure, he had the Advocates, but the leaders of that either died or didn’t want it anymore. And at the end of the day, would it really be that much of a loss? His gaze doesn’t find hers, he just continues to look around the building, surveying the damage with steel eyes before he shakes his head.
He grabs something to block the broken glass in the window, to keep things from flying in before he has a chance to replace the glass, stepping by her with heavy feet, a quiet sigh. “I just… Need a bit. It happened so fast.” His head still spins, the alcohol not helping, his illness not helping, recovering from his blood loss as well, and the still slight tremble to his bones whenever he walked. He manages to block the window she’d broken, moving to the shelving beside it to put the things that had fallen off it back up. “At least she had the decency to not do anything until people had left.”
“No.” He says after a moment of consideration. It’s the last thing he has of Lusea, the last thing she’d touched, the last thing he had before spiraling completely. Sure, he had the Advocates, but the leaders of that either died or didn’t want it anymore. And at the end of the day, would it really be that much of a loss? His gaze doesn’t find hers, he just continues to look around the building, surveying the damage with steel eyes before he shakes his head.
He grabs something to block the broken glass in the window, to keep things from flying in before he has a chance to replace the glass, stepping by her with heavy feet, a quiet sigh. “I just… Need a bit. It happened so fast.” His head still spins, the alcohol not helping, his illness not helping, recovering from his blood loss as well, and the still slight tremble to his bones whenever he walked. He manages to block the window she’d broken, moving to the shelving beside it to put the things that had fallen off it back up. “At least she had the decency to not do anything until people had left.”
does it look like he's still under your control?
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.
