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
She comes to help him lift the heavier furniture, and he can’t find it in him to tell her over and over again that she doesn’t have to. But he still meets her gaze as they lift a table into place, his storm clouds meeting her pale colorless gaze, seeing the sympathy, the warmth, the sincerity, and he doesn’t want it. Doesn’t need it at all. The way she says that it had to end at all causes him to shake his horned head, wiping the dust from his hands onto his pants, stepping away from the table back toward the bar to grab the bottle with the briefest hint of a curl of his lip.
“It shouldn’t have married her in the first place.” He half rumbles, taking a seat beside it and running a hand through his hair. “It was a bad combination.” Though it’s unclear if he’s talking about what happened with Nate or his compatibility with Phoebe. Had he latched onto Nate because Nate had given him the release he so desperately wanted from someone that wasn’t the one he was married to? Had it been that simple shift in his attention?
“I should’ve taken the fucking thing off before it started.” He hadn’t expected the rebound of it, the power of it. He splays his hands along his forehead, ruffling his hair a bit more, eyes shutting tight as he tries to wash away the feeling, the exhaustion that came after. “But I didn’t. And it bounced to her and bounced back.” Perhaps it’s too much information for Maea, perhaps she wouldn’t understand, momentarily forgetting that he was her first kiss, after all.
He takes as deep of an inhale as he can, leaning back in the chair with his head tilted up. “And I asked for more-" No, he'd begged for more. "and it went too far.”
“It shouldn’t have married her in the first place.” He half rumbles, taking a seat beside it and running a hand through his hair. “It was a bad combination.” Though it’s unclear if he’s talking about what happened with Nate or his compatibility with Phoebe. Had he latched onto Nate because Nate had given him the release he so desperately wanted from someone that wasn’t the one he was married to? Had it been that simple shift in his attention?
“I should’ve taken the fucking thing off before it started.” He hadn’t expected the rebound of it, the power of it. He splays his hands along his forehead, ruffling his hair a bit more, eyes shutting tight as he tries to wash away the feeling, the exhaustion that came after. “But I didn’t. And it bounced to her and bounced back.” Perhaps it’s too much information for Maea, perhaps she wouldn’t understand, momentarily forgetting that he was her first kiss, after all.
He takes as deep of an inhale as he can, leaning back in the chair with his head tilted up. “And I asked for more-" No, he'd begged for more. "and it went too far.”
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.
