is this heartache we can fix?
in the morning when we wake?
He doesn’t try to snuff, doesn’t try to take. He simply tries to mesh and meld with the light, with the blossoming stars that explode along her pelt. But it seems internally, he’s suddenly at war with himself.
She tells him that he isn’t hers.
And that certainly can’t be right. She’d made him. She’d attuned him. She’d asked him to be her dagger, her blade in the night. Her shadow. And that is what he’s becoming – at least, for a moment before flowers bloom in her hair and the thorns snag on his skin, and he distances himself from her as she pushes herself away.
You do. He insists, tail flicking low against the grass as he lets his steel gaze focus on her. Without the dark, how would you be able to see the brilliance of the stars?
She tells him that he isn’t hers.
And that certainly can’t be right. She’d made him. She’d attuned him. She’d asked him to be her dagger, her blade in the night. Her shadow. And that is what he’s becoming – at least, for a moment before flowers bloom in her hair and the thorns snag on his skin, and he distances himself from her as she pushes herself away.
You do. He insists, tail flicking low against the grass as he lets his steel gaze focus on her. Without the dark, how would you be able to see the brilliance of the stars?
when i'm sober, would you stay?
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.
