// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
”Okay” she says, and she follows. And so Sunjata departs toward the bedroom and adjoined bathroom while Melita gathers towels and cloths. In his trudge toward it, he’s silent, for a while as he peels the blood stained clothes from his torso, dropping them atop a towel on the floor so it wouldn’t spread the blood anywhere. And he reaches into the half closed off shower to turn the water on, to warm it up.
This part of the bathroom wall for the shower is closed about halfway up, leaving the top half more open with a piece of glass in between. “He had a winged shift like mine.” Sunjata rumbles, because it’s all he can think about right now, all he can focus on is the shadow of the boy spread across the wall drained of his blood into the sand. “Nailed to the wall by them.” A muscle feathers in his jaw, his back turned to Melita wherever she’s chosen to perch, because it’s not much like he cares where she is right now.
Part of him is glad to not be alone, though, even if he can’t outwardly say it. Even if he hadn’t wanted her to follow him immediately, somewhere inside he’s glad she did.
As for where the body is? He takes his time answering it. Eventually, with a huff of a sigh he slips behind the half cover, peeling off the rest of his clothes to slip into the shower and let the water begin to run off the grime. “Being taken care of.” He offers. He doesn’t know how Declan planned to get rid of the body, only that he hadn’t asked any questions. It was better that way.
This part of the bathroom wall for the shower is closed about halfway up, leaving the top half more open with a piece of glass in between. “He had a winged shift like mine.” Sunjata rumbles, because it’s all he can think about right now, all he can focus on is the shadow of the boy spread across the wall drained of his blood into the sand. “Nailed to the wall by them.” A muscle feathers in his jaw, his back turned to Melita wherever she’s chosen to perch, because it’s not much like he cares where she is right now.
Part of him is glad to not be alone, though, even if he can’t outwardly say it. Even if he hadn’t wanted her to follow him immediately, somewhere inside he’s glad she did.
As for where the body is? He takes his time answering it. Eventually, with a huff of a sigh he slips behind the half cover, peeling off the rest of his clothes to slip into the shower and let the water begin to run off the grime. “Being taken care of.” He offers. He doesn’t know how Declan planned to get rid of the body, only that he hadn’t asked any questions. It was better that way.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
