what's harder, harder to fake? that you want me to stay, or that you want me to stay the same
for you? chained to a lie. who's to blame? let it die. we're the same
for you? chained to a lie. who's to blame? let it die. we're the same
Everything had changed and yet some things remained the same. He was… Remaining in some ways, growing in others, an endless loop that has him circling in on himself again and again. This time it’s different, however, as her head turns slowly until he’s in her sights and he’s dragging from the cigarette, tucking one wing in tight while the other remains bound and less limp than the other. She’s paler than before, despite Sunjata wondering if it were even possible, but his feet don’t start to take him away from her. Instead he stays planted.
They had a conversation to finish, didn’t they?
“Actually, tonight’s been a pretty good night all things considered.” His tone is almost thoughtful, his steel gaze flickering back up to the lighthouse briefly before they land on her again. His jaw isn’t bruised anymore, thankfully, and the only bits and pieces that aren’t quite right is his one wing, the deep bruise between his shoulder blades. Aside from that? Status quo. “How about yours?” He asks, feeling the awkwardness of the small talk on his tongue, unable to make it sound better, so he takes another drag off the cigarette hoping it makes all the difference.
They had a conversation to finish, didn’t they?
“Actually, tonight’s been a pretty good night all things considered.” His tone is almost thoughtful, his steel gaze flickering back up to the lighthouse briefly before they land on her again. His jaw isn’t bruised anymore, thankfully, and the only bits and pieces that aren’t quite right is his one wing, the deep bruise between his shoulder blades. Aside from that? Status quo. “How about yours?” He asks, feeling the awkwardness of the small talk on his tongue, unable to make it sound better, so he takes another drag off the cigarette hoping it makes all the difference.
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.
