right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
It is a balm of sorts, one that soothes some old wounds. Like the phantom pain of an injury long since scarred over. He hasn’t realized how much he’d needed such a thing. So he focuses as she tightens the coat around her, as the conversation drifts toward something easier, something simpler, where he doesn’t have to worry or fight against things so much. It’s worth it to him to be able to not have to think, to tiptoe, and it feels safe.
“Mmm,” he pauses as if considering her words until she finishes them in talk of his nyala shift and his brows do raise – it sparks a slightly brighter smile to tug at the corners of his lips as he shakes his head. “Gods, I look like shit though.” At least the Nyala was pretty – with its golden tipped horns, with its stripes and thick fur and it’s naturally passive energy.
After all, the nyala in order to win over their mates? They danced rather than fight. Perhaps it was a part of Sunjata that was reminiscent of his passive younger self. The boy he’s too afraid to prod at. “I have time. You just have to pick which shift you want. Macaw, bat, or Pegasus.” He’s not going to pick the predator out of his flighted shifts, not for something like this.
And there’s a part of him glad that she accepts it, given that he’d never intended on snatching the offer back.
“Mmm,” he pauses as if considering her words until she finishes them in talk of his nyala shift and his brows do raise – it sparks a slightly brighter smile to tug at the corners of his lips as he shakes his head. “Gods, I look like shit though.” At least the Nyala was pretty – with its golden tipped horns, with its stripes and thick fur and it’s naturally passive energy.
After all, the nyala in order to win over their mates? They danced rather than fight. Perhaps it was a part of Sunjata that was reminiscent of his passive younger self. The boy he’s too afraid to prod at. “I have time. You just have to pick which shift you want. Macaw, bat, or Pegasus.” He’s not going to pick the predator out of his flighted shifts, not for something like this.
And there’s a part of him glad that she accepts it, given that he’d never intended on snatching the offer back.
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.
