// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
Sunjata, don’t--
Don’t what?
He knows what it looks like. Of course he does. But all he’d wanted was open space and everywhere else had been too cluttered, too many people, too busy for him to actually manage to deal with this. So he’s picked here – contemplated flying instead of jumping. Only because Wessex had told him that he’d be back. If he was really gone, though…
Luckily we don’t get to find out.
So instead, he swallows hard, sluggishly tilting his head toward her voice, red rimmed eyes staring blankly at the other side of the bone bridge before he manages to lift them to her. “Where’s that, exactly?” He asks, slowly, his accent thick as it pulls and tugs on the words, as if he has to remind himself not to slip into Korofi.
He misses being as strong of an Attuned as he once was, able to partially shift into a chimera of his different creatures, to make his edges sharp and pointed so that people would stay away. But all he gets now is himself, dropping his hand from his head to the top of his knee, sucking in a sharp breath. “’m not really in a spot to be around other people.” He manages to keep his gaze on her, even if it wavers occasionally, face flushed from the alcohol, curled up against the wall in a tangle of his own long limbs with the bottle beside him.
Don’t what?
He knows what it looks like. Of course he does. But all he’d wanted was open space and everywhere else had been too cluttered, too many people, too busy for him to actually manage to deal with this. So he’s picked here – contemplated flying instead of jumping. Only because Wessex had told him that he’d be back. If he was really gone, though…
Luckily we don’t get to find out.
So instead, he swallows hard, sluggishly tilting his head toward her voice, red rimmed eyes staring blankly at the other side of the bone bridge before he manages to lift them to her. “Where’s that, exactly?” He asks, slowly, his accent thick as it pulls and tugs on the words, as if he has to remind himself not to slip into Korofi.
He misses being as strong of an Attuned as he once was, able to partially shift into a chimera of his different creatures, to make his edges sharp and pointed so that people would stay away. But all he gets now is himself, dropping his hand from his head to the top of his knee, sucking in a sharp breath. “’m not really in a spot to be around other people.” He manages to keep his gaze on her, even if it wavers occasionally, face flushed from the alcohol, curled up against the wall in a tangle of his own long limbs with the bottle beside him.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
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.
