// 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 //
Nothing occurs after it, Remi’s wings dropping away and though Ronin is visible, Sunjata doesn’t look. He simply waits, waits for some judgement to come through when instead he gets another demand. And so, he does. The shirt comes off, tossed into a heap to the side, followed by the rest. He remains where he stands, however, close to the wall if only to keep his distance between Remi and Ronin, and he struggles to withdraw the shifts that cover his skin.
He manages it after a few heartbeats, the feathers tucking back in, the fur slipping away as well, until it’s only him, scarred aplenty but nothing new, nothing fresh aside from his face. The tattoos spread along his shoulders and arms, the heart arrow over his heart remains, and the feathers spiral down his spine along his shoulder blades to catch back up, but nothing new.
He works his jaw as he awaits this new judgement, refusing to look at Ronin, staring straight at the wall of his home closest to Remi.
He manages it after a few heartbeats, the feathers tucking back in, the fur slipping away as well, until it’s only him, scarred aplenty but nothing new, nothing fresh aside from his face. The tattoos spread along his shoulders and arms, the heart arrow over his heart remains, and the feathers spiral down his spine along his shoulder blades to catch back up, but nothing new.
He works his jaw as he awaits this new judgement, refusing to look at Ronin, staring straight at the wall of his home closest to Remi.
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.
