you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
She passes the bottle back to him and he takes it easily, lifting it to his lips to take another sip of it before he sets it in a space slightly dug out in the sand. There’s a huff of a sound that leaves him, a small smile as he nods. She’d already seen three of his shifts, but a few more remained hidden beneath the surface of his skin.
But then he’s talking about his life and omitting even more darker details, souring the mood until the rain patters along his tail fin, the edges of it curling in the waves that lap up against him. He doesn’t expect her to say she’d be proud of him, doesn’t know where to take it. He’s never felt proud of the things he’s done, of the people he’s killed, of the people he’s gotten killed. He doesn’t know if that makes it better or worse.
He is, however, doing the best he can with the shitty hand he’s been given. And he focuses on that as much as he can with the question she poses, reaching up to wipe away the rain on his face again, pretending it’s only just that. “Never really had a chance to choose what I wanted to do. Made two bars here in Caido, a boxing ring, still ended up Arbiter one way or another. Though Remi and I thought it was a great ‘fuck you’ to my father at the time.” He manages with a small huff of a sound, glancing over to her again. “I've always been what people needed me to be at the time. I don’t know what I want other than that.” He murmurs, tattooed shoulders rising and falling in a shrug.
But then he’s talking about his life and omitting even more darker details, souring the mood until the rain patters along his tail fin, the edges of it curling in the waves that lap up against him. He doesn’t expect her to say she’d be proud of him, doesn’t know where to take it. He’s never felt proud of the things he’s done, of the people he’s killed, of the people he’s gotten killed. He doesn’t know if that makes it better or worse.
He is, however, doing the best he can with the shitty hand he’s been given. And he focuses on that as much as he can with the question she poses, reaching up to wipe away the rain on his face again, pretending it’s only just that. “Never really had a chance to choose what I wanted to do. Made two bars here in Caido, a boxing ring, still ended up Arbiter one way or another. Though Remi and I thought it was a great ‘fuck you’ to my father at the time.” He manages with a small huff of a sound, glancing over to her again. “I've always been what people needed me to be at the time. I don’t know what I want other than that.” He murmurs, tattooed shoulders rising and falling in a shrug.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
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.
