SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Guilt blooms in his chest, replacing anything else that had sat there as she tries to take back what she’s said. It’s reminiscent of their conversation on the way over here, of when she’d told him that if he was happy with Hotaru that he should follow through with pursuing it. Especially as she continues with the mention of seeing other people happy. A frown starts to tug on his face, those slit pupils shifting toward a more full pupil.
He’s helpless in responding, though, as she continues on and he takes a deep breath, nodding, shifting slightly to lower himself and blanket across her, resting his head on her chest, looking over at the wall with the line of pale blue moonlight. “Partners.” He agrees in a quiet whisper, despite how his arms tighten around her, the feeling of his long lashes brushing against her skin as he blinks.
He’s helpless in responding, though, as she continues on and he takes a deep breath, nodding, shifting slightly to lower himself and blanket across her, resting his head on her chest, looking over at the wall with the line of pale blue moonlight. “Partners.” He agrees in a quiet whisper, despite how his arms tighten around her, the feeling of his long lashes brushing against her skin as he blinks.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
