i closed my eyes and saw my father's sins, they covered me like a second skin
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
It had been an attempt, but he knows that it falls flat. Even despite the fact that Phoebe wasn’t following along with it much, Sunjata knows that his words had rung true, regardless, so much so that Hank hangs onto every word with excitement and awe – still quite oblivious for the way that Phoebe responds to it. ‘Spose it was a long time ago, huh?’ Hank says, almost wistfully, before the merchant pushes off the counter and moves to go and check up on the cart that’s being loaded up.
Which leaves Sunjata to deal with the rest of it.
And he can’t help but to sigh as he folds the blanket he’s chosen, mulling over his words, because it isn’t an argument he wants to start, but he also wants her to believe him when he tells her that despite him having a child, everything else had fallen apart. So no, she deserved to have a better future than his current predicament, with someone that loved her and harbored no doubts for having a family with her. “You don’t want my current state as your future, Phoebe.” He rumbles softly, leaning a hip against the counter. “You’ll have a better one. Without deals with gods and shit falling apart.” His gaze lingers on her a brief moment longer before he’s staring at the door that Hank had disappeared into as the rain continues to beat against the shop.
Hank rounds back toward them and Sunjata points to the two blankets he's chosen and folded. "I'll take these two."
Which leaves Sunjata to deal with the rest of it.
And he can’t help but to sigh as he folds the blanket he’s chosen, mulling over his words, because it isn’t an argument he wants to start, but he also wants her to believe him when he tells her that despite him having a child, everything else had fallen apart. So no, she deserved to have a better future than his current predicament, with someone that loved her and harbored no doubts for having a family with her. “You don’t want my current state as your future, Phoebe.” He rumbles softly, leaning a hip against the counter. “You’ll have a better one. Without deals with gods and shit falling apart.” His gaze lingers on her a brief moment longer before he’s staring at the door that Hank had disappeared into as the rain continues to beat against the shop.
Hank rounds back toward them and Sunjata points to the two blankets he's chosen and folded. "I'll take these two."
i cut my branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the living room
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.
