temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Bart might not care, but it takes every ounce within him to try and be calm the second he manages to spit out “you should.” He should care, and he’s one this strange adrenaline high where he needs to prove to Bart that everything that had happened was for Nate. That he’d done all this stupid shit because of how terrified he was to lose him. Much like Bart, Nate had been the better of him too. And now they both were lost, the broken jagged pieces of a man that had taught them both so much, had become such an integral part of their lives, trying to figure out how to put the pieces back in a place where it made sense. Where they could pretend that maybe one day they’d be actual functioning people again.
“I was imprisoned because I was helping the Ascended. I had another fucking trial because my father kidnapped him.” The air starts to come out in short little gasps, as if he can’t quite let himself take a deep breath without shaking. “Everything I’ve done was for him.” It had made him an enemy to so many, when in reality all he was chasing after was love. He'd even gone so far as to betray gods.
But as he grips the jacket Bart wears and he goes limp, so too does Sunjata’s hold. Especially with the comment that comes out hoarsely, so much like the nasally sound Nate’s made when they knew they’d overstepped. And it’s a shuddering exhale that leaves him as he does exactly like Nate had done when it came to speaking difficult truths. He can’t look at Bart. He looks everywhere else as if it might be enough to hide his face. “He Ascended before we met. As much as I try to believe it would’ve ended differently, I doubt it.” He would have spent time elsewhere, with someone else, only to meet the same fate more than likely.
There’s a deep exhale, one that has him tugging Bart closer just in time for their foreheads to crash together and if he thinks too hard about it, he could almost pretend. Almost. “It’s not fair, Bart. I’m sorry you didn’t get more time. I would have traded you if I could.” Because maybe the loss would hurt less if he hadn’t created such a life with the other Wren.
“I was imprisoned because I was helping the Ascended. I had another fucking trial because my father kidnapped him.” The air starts to come out in short little gasps, as if he can’t quite let himself take a deep breath without shaking. “Everything I’ve done was for him.” It had made him an enemy to so many, when in reality all he was chasing after was love. He'd even gone so far as to betray gods.
But as he grips the jacket Bart wears and he goes limp, so too does Sunjata’s hold. Especially with the comment that comes out hoarsely, so much like the nasally sound Nate’s made when they knew they’d overstepped. And it’s a shuddering exhale that leaves him as he does exactly like Nate had done when it came to speaking difficult truths. He can’t look at Bart. He looks everywhere else as if it might be enough to hide his face. “He Ascended before we met. As much as I try to believe it would’ve ended differently, I doubt it.” He would have spent time elsewhere, with someone else, only to meet the same fate more than likely.
There’s a deep exhale, one that has him tugging Bart closer just in time for their foreheads to crash together and if he thinks too hard about it, he could almost pretend. Almost. “It’s not fair, Bart. I’m sorry you didn’t get more time. I would have traded you if I could.” Because maybe the loss would hurt less if he hadn’t created such a life with the other Wren.
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.
