SUNJATA
the flood
all the drinkin' and the druggin' and the black and the red
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
He stays hidden, just as he had before. Time and time again, kept to himself, pretended to be nothing until it was opportune. It’s how he tries to hide away now, and if he had more sense without the sickness he might’ve shrunk into his b at shift, small and tiny and lost among the bundle of blankets. But no, he stays as himself, a mixture of feathers and fluff, of all the shifts that edged his prey-mind.
Vulnerable, that’s exactly what he is, what he feels right now.
Her apology is met with silence again. And he knows the fact that she hates her father. He does know, but his mind doesn’t. Not what it makes him see. He’s not even sure how to respond to her, what she wants to hear him say. Does she want an apology when he’s too sick to keep it from happening again? He realizes he’s apologized a lot lately, he wonders if it’s lost his meaning.
“I didn’t mean it.” He says quietly instead, still hidden, kept closed off and drawn, knees brought to his chest.
Vulnerable, that’s exactly what he is, what he feels right now.
Her apology is met with silence again. And he knows the fact that she hates her father. He does know, but his mind doesn’t. Not what it makes him see. He’s not even sure how to respond to her, what she wants to hear him say. Does she want an apology when he’s too sick to keep it from happening again? He realizes he’s apologized a lot lately, he wonders if it’s lost his meaning.
“I didn’t mean it.” He says quietly instead, still hidden, kept closed off and drawn, knees brought to his chest.
i think i'm losin' too much
but there's just never enough
but there's just never enough
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.
