i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
He takes her by surprise, that much is obvious with how she seems to bristle and his brows remain pinched, his hand starting to fall away from her as she speaks, her tone harboring some of the defensiveness that he isn’t expecting, but he hangs onto her every word, trying to pick apart why she hated the fact things have changed or become more comfortable for her.
She seems to regain herself, though, and her tone evens out even as Sunjata notices the way she grips her arms tight. “You’re more protective now.” He supplies instead, looking away from her seeing as she doesn’t meet his gaze either. “And sure, that’s because of everything you’ve been through. But that doesn’t mean you need to be ashamed of it.” He pauses, frowning lightly.
“I don’t know if I even have an ideal spot anymore. I think for me it’s who is there and not the space.” It’s a bit sad, but comfort and home to him have always been people. Never a place built with walls and stone.
She seems to regain herself, though, and her tone evens out even as Sunjata notices the way she grips her arms tight. “You’re more protective now.” He supplies instead, looking away from her seeing as she doesn’t meet his gaze either. “And sure, that’s because of everything you’ve been through. But that doesn’t mean you need to be ashamed of it.” He pauses, frowning lightly.
“I don’t know if I even have an ideal spot anymore. I think for me it’s who is there and not the space.” It’s a bit sad, but comfort and home to him have always been people. Never a place built with walls and stone.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
