when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
That mask solidifies, it burns and glues itself back into place. And he stuffs everything else down with it, thrown into hollow bones and a painful mind, finally bringing his gaze back to her, dull and far away. “Of course I’m fucking tired of it.” He snaps, letting some of the flame back into his accented voice. But what could he do? He tries to do what’s right but it always ends up wrong.
He always ends up wrong.
So he withdraws from her, using Haai as his tether because it’s the only one he has left it feels like. There’s a burning flame in his gut and he keeps his eyes on her as she stands, breezes past him. He expects something, a strike, a lash out, and it’s evident in the way the armor plates crawl upward again.
And sure, maybe he should have started sooner, but the problem is he doesn’t know where to start. How does someone work on bettering themselves and getting out of their mindset when there’s already too much? It overwhelms him, suffocates him, and he draws in a deep breath as she marches forth, between debating whether or not to continue this trek or leave her be.
But like before with that thought process, he stays. He gives her his space, he swallows down everything else, places that mask into place and drowns within it, following her with Haai at his heels in silence.
He always ends up wrong.
So he withdraws from her, using Haai as his tether because it’s the only one he has left it feels like. There’s a burning flame in his gut and he keeps his eyes on her as she stands, breezes past him. He expects something, a strike, a lash out, and it’s evident in the way the armor plates crawl upward again.
And sure, maybe he should have started sooner, but the problem is he doesn’t know where to start. How does someone work on bettering themselves and getting out of their mindset when there’s already too much? It overwhelms him, suffocates him, and he draws in a deep breath as she marches forth, between debating whether or not to continue this trek or leave her be.
But like before with that thought process, he stays. He gives her his space, he swallows down everything else, places that mask into place and drowns within it, following her with Haai at his heels in silence.
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.
