// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
The words are strained, they sound wrong in a way that does cause Sunjata to assume that word had spread somehow, of the rumors of what he’d done when he harbors nothing to prove that he had. Word of mouth, an accent so similar. That’s it. But it doesn’t stop Ronin from approaching, wrapping him in a tight hug, one that Sunjata clings to. “I don’t know. I haven’t left the house since Nate left.” He begins, drawing a breath, trying to sooth the sore, dull pain in his jaw.
“And then Vai was just, left at the door somehow, horribly hurt. They’re saying I did it.” There’s a tremble to his hands, and he pulls away from Ronin, worried that perhaps that news had spread too, and that’s why Ronin had shown. But didn’t they have more faith in him than this? To think that he’d done something so cruel and horrible like this? "But I haven't left."
He doesn’t know where he stands in anyone’s view anymore, and somewhere deep down that oily dread curls as if ready to pounce.
“And then Vai was just, left at the door somehow, horribly hurt. They’re saying I did it.” There’s a tremble to his hands, and he pulls away from Ronin, worried that perhaps that news had spread too, and that’s why Ronin had shown. But didn’t they have more faith in him than this? To think that he’d done something so cruel and horrible like this? "But I haven't left."
He doesn’t know where he stands in anyone’s view anymore, and somewhere deep down that oily dread curls as if ready to pounce.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
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.
