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 bends just for her, letting the apologies fill the air, lets her do whatever she needs to calm down – not trying to distract or detract from what she’s going through, but needing her to understand that it wasn’t easy. That none of this was easy for him. That he constantly did what he thought was best, only to be told he’d made the wrong choice again and again, when all he was striving for was his right choice. He’s fragile, he always has been, and he seeks validation from sources that can’t give them to him.
It makes him feel weak and shallow. But he doesn’t know how to be any different. So he clings to her, bends into her, pressing his face into her blonde hair as he tries to calm his racing heart and the panic attack that threatens to start, until she’s humming a song from their past and it makes him tense even more – having not heard the song in what feels like decades when it hadn’t even been six years by now.
So much had happened, though, and when she pulls away he isn’t trembling as badly, but he does keep his arms around her shoulders lightly, hands trailing down them to her arms as he gives into the light kiss to his forehead and he desperately tries to get his breathing under control. “You don’t have to do anything. Just… Come home with me? See your nephews and your niece…?” He asks, wanting nothing more than just a full house to distract from all the other bullshit.
"I'll give you a ride if you want." He murmurs as a peace offering.
It makes him feel weak and shallow. But he doesn’t know how to be any different. So he clings to her, bends into her, pressing his face into her blonde hair as he tries to calm his racing heart and the panic attack that threatens to start, until she’s humming a song from their past and it makes him tense even more – having not heard the song in what feels like decades when it hadn’t even been six years by now.
So much had happened, though, and when she pulls away he isn’t trembling as badly, but he does keep his arms around her shoulders lightly, hands trailing down them to her arms as he gives into the light kiss to his forehead and he desperately tries to get his breathing under control. “You don’t have to do anything. Just… Come home with me? See your nephews and your niece…?” He asks, wanting nothing more than just a full house to distract from all the other bullshit.
"I'll give you a ride if you want." He murmurs as a peace offering.
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.
