// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
Where Koa feels relief, Sunjata’s insides are nothing short of tree roots, knotted and tangled and curled around one another until it’s so tight there’s no chance of light to leak through. It’s still hard for him to focus on breathing, taking breaths where he can to calm his thundering heartbeat, trying desperately to not let his despair cloud the mind of the sea panther kitten in his arms. But things leak through, as does her own feelings, that hopefulness of a new chance, a new beginning.
“You don’t want to know that feeling.” He says stubbornly, with experience, still trying to keep that part of his mind and soul blocked off despite how this little kitten has started filling that void up with something new. It breaks through the scar tissue of his soul, which both burns and offers some amount of relief, small enough that he can’t even feel it in the face of so many other emotions.
But he can’t deny it, and any harm coming to her from here on out will certainly put him in a worse off state than he had been just now. So there’s nothing left but to simply let it happen, even if his body language says no.
“She’s fine.” He ignores the question about himself, not knowing how to broach that subject just yet with the new inhabitant leeching onto his every emotion, so hopeful and new, bright eyed and happy to be safe. It hurts, knowing his past inability to keep his companions safe.
“You don’t want to know that feeling.” He says stubbornly, with experience, still trying to keep that part of his mind and soul blocked off despite how this little kitten has started filling that void up with something new. It breaks through the scar tissue of his soul, which both burns and offers some amount of relief, small enough that he can’t even feel it in the face of so many other emotions.
But he can’t deny it, and any harm coming to her from here on out will certainly put him in a worse off state than he had been just now. So there’s nothing left but to simply let it happen, even if his body language says no.
“She’s fine.” He ignores the question about himself, not knowing how to broach that subject just yet with the new inhabitant leeching onto his every emotion, so hopeful and new, bright eyed and happy to be safe. It hurts, knowing his past inability to keep his companions safe.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
SUNJATA
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.
