// 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 //
Ronin releases him and Sunjata finds himself loosening a breath he didn’t know he’d been latched tight in his chest. It shudders out of him, the realization that Remi might have actually murdered him. “It was on a rumor!” He argues back, unable to keep the frustration from his tone, hating the way that it sounds, the way that it reminds him so much of the beast of his father. He nearly shies away, he clamps his jaw shut so hard that it hurts and clacks as his teeth fit together.
The idea that Safrin had taken everything from Ronin should draw nausea from him again, to worry for his friend, but he can’t. He can’t even draw up his own feelings in a way that makes sense to him – this back and forth of anger, frustration, hurt, and sorrow. “It always happens to me, Ronin. Every time. Those I love get taken from me. Always.” He pushes away from the table now, to stand, to let clawed feet hold him up against the weight of the wings on his back, drawing his clawed hands back as he moves to the fireplace mantel, to try and get some space, some breathing room, trying to soothe his temper. “Maybe I fucking do deserve it.” To have nothing but pain and darkness and shadows. A wild beast to roam Torchline alone, leaving everyone out of his stormy whirlwind of hurt.
The idea that Safrin had taken everything from Ronin should draw nausea from him again, to worry for his friend, but he can’t. He can’t even draw up his own feelings in a way that makes sense to him – this back and forth of anger, frustration, hurt, and sorrow. “It always happens to me, Ronin. Every time. Those I love get taken from me. Always.” He pushes away from the table now, to stand, to let clawed feet hold him up against the weight of the wings on his back, drawing his clawed hands back as he moves to the fireplace mantel, to try and get some space, some breathing room, trying to soothe his temper. “Maybe I fucking do deserve it.” To have nothing but pain and darkness and shadows. A wild beast to roam Torchline alone, leaving everyone out of his stormy whirlwind of hurt.
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.
