temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
This is the first step that Sunjata can take to try and prove it to her – and while before, he’d always let his emotions get the better of him, he refrains in this instance even as her words glance off of him in ways that fracture along the already sharp edges. Her gaze narrows at him and Sunjata clears his throat, meeting her gaze with a collected one of his own. “I know they don’t forget.” He starts, before he pauses to gather his thoughts, needing to because of how often he simply said or agreed to things without thinking them through, getting trapped in a ridiculous amount of things out of his inability to explain what he means or his stubbornness.
Like a certain marriage, once upon a time.
“I want to be there for you, if you’ll let me. Let me be your shitty uncle again.” He pauses, unable to refrain from the slight snort at his own expense before he shakes his head. “I regret that I was so blindsided by everything else going on that I didn’t pay attention to those around me that are still here. I should have been there. I should have done something. I could have done more. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t, Melita.” He keeps his gaze on her, as if testing the waters to try and decide whether or not he even had a chance to change how things were with her.
He'd also understand if there was no coming back from it. But he has to at least try.
Like a certain marriage, once upon a time.
“I want to be there for you, if you’ll let me. Let me be your shitty uncle again.” He pauses, unable to refrain from the slight snort at his own expense before he shakes his head. “I regret that I was so blindsided by everything else going on that I didn’t pay attention to those around me that are still here. I should have been there. I should have done something. I could have done more. And I’m so sorry that I didn’t, Melita.” He keeps his gaze on her, as if testing the waters to try and decide whether or not he even had a chance to change how things were with her.
He'd also understand if there was no coming back from it. But he has to at least try.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
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.
