// 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 //
“No, not like that.” He rumbles, exhaustion creeping into the accented tones of his voice. It wasn’t like Attuned, wasn’t like some shape shifter, he wasn’t sure if it was a mere illusion or whether Shaju was truly shifting his face and changing it. What he does know, is that it gets him no further than trying to listen to people’s voices trying to determine where Shaju was. He didn’t have the time or the means, sure that people would think him crazy to bring in so many random people just to hear them talk, and how would he know he even got his father? What if the man simply slipped away again?
His head throbs with all the ‘what ifs’ as he pulls the blanket around him, careful to not jostle the wounded wing, tucking his chin into the warm furs to try and drown out the chill he feels everywhere, the overwhelming numbness that whose hand in hand with it. He doesn’t respond to her acknowledgement that it could be anyone, instead choosing to tuck and hide himself away again as she questions him on his memory, something he was ashamed of after having spent so long ensuring his mind was intact.
“There’s just nothing there.” He admits quietly. “After the Climb Fever and those blacked out spots… Things were fine until the visions happened. Then I couldn’t sleep, tried to fix that with Vai and Nate’s help. Still can’t sleep, still can’t remember.” His tone grows quieter and quieter as he fights to keep his voice from shaking, until eventually his good wing shrouds in, trying to close him off again.
His head throbs with all the ‘what ifs’ as he pulls the blanket around him, careful to not jostle the wounded wing, tucking his chin into the warm furs to try and drown out the chill he feels everywhere, the overwhelming numbness that whose hand in hand with it. He doesn’t respond to her acknowledgement that it could be anyone, instead choosing to tuck and hide himself away again as she questions him on his memory, something he was ashamed of after having spent so long ensuring his mind was intact.
“There’s just nothing there.” He admits quietly. “After the Climb Fever and those blacked out spots… Things were fine until the visions happened. Then I couldn’t sleep, tried to fix that with Vai and Nate’s help. Still can’t sleep, still can’t remember.” His tone grows quieter and quieter as he fights to keep his voice from shaking, until eventually his good wing shrouds in, trying to close him off again.
// 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.
