SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
He’s fine. He’s always fine, even when he isn’t. So as she steps around him, looking him up and down, he keeps that mask – unable to open himself up a bit more fully, despite the fact that she’s his sister. There’s a part of him that doesn’t want to let the memories it dredged up weigh on her shoulders just as it weighs on his.
She approaches him more fully after circling him, finding nothing more than a slight hole in his shirt but not his skin, the blood on him not his. And soon enough she’s looking up at him, taking his freckled face into her hands and Sunjata works his jaw as his steel gaze flickers to meet her own bright gaze. Eventually, she moves on though, poking at the bandage that’s wrapped around his torso.
“I, uh…” He pauses, wetting his lips before he huffs a quiet sound and shakes his head slightly. “Betrayed Safrin. Her demigod paid me a visit.” He murmurs lightly, gently, working his jaw once more before he moves to wrap an arm around her shoulders, to tuck her in and guide her away from the body lying in the sand for a path that’s far more vibrant, far less dreary. "I'm fine, though, really. Just a few broken ribs. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."
She approaches him more fully after circling him, finding nothing more than a slight hole in his shirt but not his skin, the blood on him not his. And soon enough she’s looking up at him, taking his freckled face into her hands and Sunjata works his jaw as his steel gaze flickers to meet her own bright gaze. Eventually, she moves on though, poking at the bandage that’s wrapped around his torso.
“I, uh…” He pauses, wetting his lips before he huffs a quiet sound and shakes his head slightly. “Betrayed Safrin. Her demigod paid me a visit.” He murmurs lightly, gently, working his jaw once more before he moves to wrap an arm around her shoulders, to tuck her in and guide her away from the body lying in the sand for a path that’s far more vibrant, far less dreary. "I'm fine, though, really. Just a few broken ribs. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
