hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
That was exactly why he had sought her out about his inability to sleep. Because his father had haunted every waking moment and fitful nights. There wasn’t an escape. And it caused him to be so on edge he didn’t know what was real or not.
Nate had been real, had gotten him through it. And what was the cost? Sunjata swallows hard, letting her hands run along him as he remains a warm weighted blanket along her body, blinking easily as if the words hadn’t quite settled where they should have.
Walls, after all. But when she mentions that it hasn’t broken him, he shakes his head unhelpfully. “It has. But I always had someone to take me out of it.” He admits, wings flaring before settling draped across them again. “I have had many nights like when I found you on the Last Step.” He doesn’t look at her when he says it, his cheek finding her chest again as he hides himself away from the judgements he knows won’t be coming, but in case they do anyway.
“I nearly succeeded once.” When he had pressed so hard against the knife at his throat, hoping it would do the job when Lusea had perished the first time, only for his fathers and doctors and surgeons to bring him back — to be his puppet.
Nate had been real, had gotten him through it. And what was the cost? Sunjata swallows hard, letting her hands run along him as he remains a warm weighted blanket along her body, blinking easily as if the words hadn’t quite settled where they should have.
Walls, after all. But when she mentions that it hasn’t broken him, he shakes his head unhelpfully. “It has. But I always had someone to take me out of it.” He admits, wings flaring before settling draped across them again. “I have had many nights like when I found you on the Last Step.” He doesn’t look at her when he says it, his cheek finding her chest again as he hides himself away from the judgements he knows won’t be coming, but in case they do anyway.
“I nearly succeeded once.” When he had pressed so hard against the knife at his throat, hoping it would do the job when Lusea had perished the first time, only for his fathers and doctors and surgeons to bring him back — to be his puppet.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
