// 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 //
“I have lightning and water.” He says quietly, not like it matters. Not like any of it matters anymore. Anything he says isn’t believed and in a world where literal dreams and nightmares can come true? It means nothing. Nothing at all. Despite him knowing he’s done nothing but be in the wrong place at the wrong time – a sudden realization of how many times back in Korofi when he was enforcing, how he had sentenced so many of the same – brings a wave of nausea up so high that he doesn’t see Remi’s quick movements.
He doesn’t see how fast the Lullaby is until it’s too late, of course. Until claws tear out his throat and he’s falling and falling, reaching to clutch at his throat, pain so sharp that he doesn’t know if it’ll ever end. But it does, somehow, because the pain above his chest, above that tattoo he’d gotten for Lusea when she’d come back to life, nullifies it all with pain of a different sort.
He collapses, of course. He can’t heal himself. He can’t get up. He can’t do anything but let the blood pour out, the sounds that leave him are choked and pained. He thinks of Nate, off in LongNight to come home to an empty house. To a promise that’s unfulfilled and perhaps it’s the shame of that that makes this so much worse. So, so, so, so much worse. Most of all, he's sorry. Sorry that he didn't get to live those plans made with Melita, with Hotaru, with all of them in that makeshift family he'd put together because his own had been so terrible.
He's innocent. Of course. But that doesn’t matter now. Does it? Perhaps his father had won in the end, destroyed everything and taken everything, only to end him with those that he considered to be friends.
He doesn’t know whether his vision blackens before the blood coats it. All he knows is that everything is black and dark, fitting perhaps for all the things he’s done.
He doesn’t see how fast the Lullaby is until it’s too late, of course. Until claws tear out his throat and he’s falling and falling, reaching to clutch at his throat, pain so sharp that he doesn’t know if it’ll ever end. But it does, somehow, because the pain above his chest, above that tattoo he’d gotten for Lusea when she’d come back to life, nullifies it all with pain of a different sort.
He collapses, of course. He can’t heal himself. He can’t get up. He can’t do anything but let the blood pour out, the sounds that leave him are choked and pained. He thinks of Nate, off in LongNight to come home to an empty house. To a promise that’s unfulfilled and perhaps it’s the shame of that that makes this so much worse. So, so, so, so much worse. Most of all, he's sorry. Sorry that he didn't get to live those plans made with Melita, with Hotaru, with all of them in that makeshift family he'd put together because his own had been so terrible.
He's innocent. Of course. But that doesn’t matter now. Does it? Perhaps his father had won in the end, destroyed everything and taken everything, only to end him with those that he considered to be friends.
He doesn’t know whether his vision blackens before the blood coats it. All he knows is that everything is black and dark, fitting perhaps for all the things he’s done.
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.
