hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix, then i'll raise you like a phoenix
I'm gonna change you like a remix, then i'll raise you like a phoenix
He could tell them everything, how the worries of whether Kamaria and Romeo and Amadeus would be safe when war came knocking. But it still doesn’t alleviate the fact that perhaps only one of them would come home. Or the worse fact, that neither of them did. And he’s not sure if he’s ever going to be truly happy, not with everything that he has to face.
But he can pretend. He just needs to dust off that mask of Korofi a bit more, to fix those cracks and affix it into place.
So instead he nods to her answer, sure she can feel it, before he lets his worries overwhelm him, unknowingly pushing her away as he’s so good at doing. He feels the way she shifts, moving to get up, and Sunjata immediately tightens his hand in hers, preventing her from leaving. Don’t go. He says abruptly, desperately, weakly through the bond before he shivers a split second.
He’s the one that moves now, lifting her hand with his own, slipping his hand out of hers as he sits up a bit more fully, pulling at the loose threads within his soul. And after a few moments, instead of a man, sits a dog. The German shepherd shift within him replacing him, ears wavering in uncertainty. Just… Just get comfortable. I’ll be fine. He rumbles, lowering his triangular head into the blankets, ears pulled back, tail tucked in.
But he can pretend. He just needs to dust off that mask of Korofi a bit more, to fix those cracks and affix it into place.
So instead he nods to her answer, sure she can feel it, before he lets his worries overwhelm him, unknowingly pushing her away as he’s so good at doing. He feels the way she shifts, moving to get up, and Sunjata immediately tightens his hand in hers, preventing her from leaving. Don’t go. He says abruptly, desperately, weakly through the bond before he shivers a split second.
He’s the one that moves now, lifting her hand with his own, slipping his hand out of hers as he sits up a bit more fully, pulling at the loose threads within his soul. And after a few moments, instead of a man, sits a dog. The German shepherd shift within him replacing him, ears wavering in uncertainty. Just… Just get comfortable. I’ll be fine. He rumbles, lowering his triangular head into the blankets, ears pulled back, tail tucked in.
wearing our vintage misery, no, i think it looked a little better on me
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.
