crave the applause yet hate the attention

fire in the ground between my teeth, we're dancing on the poison in their graves
at the end of the night, we'd all seen better days

Sunjata’s used to masks and playfulness and ignoring his problems — but that’s exactly what had caused most of the problems he’s gotten into. He’d come to the cathedral, assuming he’d be alone, let go of his emotions as he tried to become raw enough to properly deal with them. And then she’d shown, and he hadn’t been able to get that comfortable mask back into place until after the open admissions. But he manages it, manages to keep his mind back under wraps, guiding her back toward the Halenani — a place he had passed by many a time and had only been into once.

“Peace isn’t exactly in my repertoire.” He informs her. Indeed, if she knew of his past and the things he’d done, well — he wasn’t good, he didn’t deserve the chances everyone gave him, he was pretty certain he didn’t deserve happiness in any sort of way. For now, though, he has it — fresh and warm and welcoming for the time being, and he clings to it for as long as he can.

The door to the Halenani approaches and Sunjata lets her go, turning to face her a bit more fully. “Have a good night, Maeve. I’m sure we’ll cross paths again.” Letting her go more fully, he steps back and flashes her a charming roguish smile, before he’s shifting completely into his Pegasus shift, long feathered blue wings stretching out as he inclined his pale head, marred with black to her in a parting bow, before his hooves click against the stone of the road when he turns to take to the sky and head home.

i know you tried, i know you're cursed, i know your best was still your worst

SUNJATA