// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
That’s a loaded question. But he takes a deep breath anyway and begins to dive in. “The visions of Leafchange were rough for me so I went to Vai to get some medicine. I think… It got switched somehow. I ended up drugging myself instead of sleeping away the nightmares.” A shoulder rises and falls in a shrug. “Isla found out and helped me get it… Sorted. But, that being said, I wasn’t entirely on my game. Thinking things weren’t there, reacting to other things that are and aren’t. First time I saw my father for real I wasn’t sure it was him. Of course, until he had me face down in the river with his boot to my neck, breaking my wing.” He manages that partial shift again, pulling out those dragon wings, angling the ravaged one to Remi before tucking them in tight.
And once the explanation is over, he can focus on the other things. It’s easier to breathe in this space, easier to keep his moods from being reflective of the surrounding tension of LongNight with Nate being gone and fingers pointed at him from all angles. “I’m not exactly an eye for an eye kind of man.” He offers, perhaps a bit solemnly, unsure if that’s what Remi wanted anyway. “You could help me though, once I find my father. Give him the worst nightmares he could ever imagine and torment the fuck out of him.” Though it would have to be something dark, he supposes, given the reality Shaju often gave. “I think I’d like that.” The edge of a smile on his face is a bit more sharp, a bit more alight with the prospect of it.
And once the explanation is over, he can focus on the other things. It’s easier to breathe in this space, easier to keep his moods from being reflective of the surrounding tension of LongNight with Nate being gone and fingers pointed at him from all angles. “I’m not exactly an eye for an eye kind of man.” He offers, perhaps a bit solemnly, unsure if that’s what Remi wanted anyway. “You could help me though, once I find my father. Give him the worst nightmares he could ever imagine and torment the fuck out of him.” Though it would have to be something dark, he supposes, given the reality Shaju often gave. “I think I’d like that.” The edge of a smile on his face is a bit more sharp, a bit more alight with the prospect of it.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
