right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
Safrin’s gaze grows dark and she lists them off as if it were a grocery list, the realization sparking deep within him as it resonates and he, too, wonders how far he’s led himself astray. Perhaps it’s feeling as if he’s an imposter. Perhaps it stemmed from his father’s arrival, perhaps it’s when he allowed Shaju to remind him of all the things he tried to break out of.
She slips into his lap and cups his face and his arms automatically move around her, and he only has a few moments to watch her eyes glimmer with pure white before the world changes before him. And he can see it, the things he wants, those things in the shadows that should remain as such — unimportant, not even in the focus.
Stop being afraid. She tells him as he watches the scene. Stop plucking his feathers. Be the man he wants to be, and right now? Right now it’s been that lining of rage that’s going to fuel him, that’s going to wash away the things that don’t matter, that will allow him to strike out unafraid in order to protect those he loves.
He wasn’t made for mediocrity. He wasn’t made to appease everyone. He is the Flood, and he is there to overwhelm and overtake, to devour and swallow the things that opposed him whole. “You’re right.” He breathes as if a bit bewildered, as if he’s letting it resonate with him, sinking into the deeper parts of him he’s been afraid to unlock. “I’ve spent so long trying to appease everyone that I forgot who I am, what I was meant to do.” A pause, searching through the future as if he can find Safrin there. “I’ve been cornered and boxed for too long,” and what to wild animals do when trapped? They bite back. “I will be ready.” And may the bridges he’s burned light his way back home.
She slips into his lap and cups his face and his arms automatically move around her, and he only has a few moments to watch her eyes glimmer with pure white before the world changes before him. And he can see it, the things he wants, those things in the shadows that should remain as such — unimportant, not even in the focus.
Stop being afraid. She tells him as he watches the scene. Stop plucking his feathers. Be the man he wants to be, and right now? Right now it’s been that lining of rage that’s going to fuel him, that’s going to wash away the things that don’t matter, that will allow him to strike out unafraid in order to protect those he loves.
He wasn’t made for mediocrity. He wasn’t made to appease everyone. He is the Flood, and he is there to overwhelm and overtake, to devour and swallow the things that opposed him whole. “You’re right.” He breathes as if a bit bewildered, as if he’s letting it resonate with him, sinking into the deeper parts of him he’s been afraid to unlock. “I’ve spent so long trying to appease everyone that I forgot who I am, what I was meant to do.” A pause, searching through the future as if he can find Safrin there. “I’ve been cornered and boxed for too long,” and what to wild animals do when trapped? They bite back. “I will be ready.” And may the bridges he’s burned light his way back home.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
