// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
”Put those away.” There’s that sharp demand again, Sunjata flinching internally at the words that grate and sharpen, and he clenches his sore jaw, doing as he’s told, the partial shift disappearing slowly as it struggles to take hold again. “Yes, Father.” Comes the grated out response.
”You are mad.” An understatement. This recent turn of events has him angry and on edge, frustration clear in what Sunjata can only assume his father sees through. And see through he does, his back to the Flood now, Sunjata’s steel gaze sharp and narrow enough to throw daggers at the back of his father’s figure. And he doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to give into the vision made not vision, but he doesn’t know where else to go. The muscles in his legs twitch, his jaw clenching harder, but he takes a step forward regardless.
There is one thing Sunjata knows, and it’s the fact that he’d done quite a few things that should have ended with him being killed. And yet, his father hadn’t taken the shot. Not yet, anyway, and so he hopes he’s right when he decides to follow Shaju. “When did you get here?” He asks rather suddenly, his voice sounding small in his mind despite his attempts to keep it from wavering.
”You are mad.” An understatement. This recent turn of events has him angry and on edge, frustration clear in what Sunjata can only assume his father sees through. And see through he does, his back to the Flood now, Sunjata’s steel gaze sharp and narrow enough to throw daggers at the back of his father’s figure. And he doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to give into the vision made not vision, but he doesn’t know where else to go. The muscles in his legs twitch, his jaw clenching harder, but he takes a step forward regardless.
There is one thing Sunjata knows, and it’s the fact that he’d done quite a few things that should have ended with him being killed. And yet, his father hadn’t taken the shot. Not yet, anyway, and so he hopes he’s right when he decides to follow Shaju. “When did you get here?” He asks rather suddenly, his voice sounding small in his mind despite his attempts to keep it from wavering.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
