if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
i know you wanna go to heaven
First off, what the fuck.
Second, what the fuck.
His mind swims with what she tells him, knowing it to not be true deep down, but the insecurities writhe to the surface as she hisses at him. “I’m not lying to myself. I am what I am.” He growls back. She continues to speak, and he finds his head shaking left to right with the accusation. He’s nothing like this father, never would be. He’d kill himself before that. So he looks to her, biding a small amount of time before his arms reach up to grab onto her and push her away, over, something other than this, when she bites him again.
What the fuck.
He grits his teeth against the tearing she does, wondering when she ended up being so obsessed with that. But the pressure on his shoulders leave, as she’s up in an instant, and he remembers the rose. ’God’s fucking damnit.’ He thinks to himself, shoving himself up off the floor and following with large steps to cover the distance between him and her. She’s so close to the flower, but he catches her just in time to grab onto her arm and try to toss her back into the snow. One hand reaches for his jaw and his neck, coming away in crimson blood as his shuddered gaze slides back to her.
“Back off.” He tells her, reaching down to grab the rose and the shovel – prepared for yet another fight, while his body stings and his heartbeat races. “Look at yourself, all of this over a fucking rose. Get a grip.” He barks, eyes sharp on her.
Second, what the fuck.
His mind swims with what she tells him, knowing it to not be true deep down, but the insecurities writhe to the surface as she hisses at him. “I’m not lying to myself. I am what I am.” He growls back. She continues to speak, and he finds his head shaking left to right with the accusation. He’s nothing like this father, never would be. He’d kill himself before that. So he looks to her, biding a small amount of time before his arms reach up to grab onto her and push her away, over, something other than this, when she bites him again.
What the fuck.
He grits his teeth against the tearing she does, wondering when she ended up being so obsessed with that. But the pressure on his shoulders leave, as she’s up in an instant, and he remembers the rose. ’God’s fucking damnit.’ He thinks to himself, shoving himself up off the floor and following with large steps to cover the distance between him and her. She’s so close to the flower, but he catches her just in time to grab onto her arm and try to toss her back into the snow. One hand reaches for his jaw and his neck, coming away in crimson blood as his shuddered gaze slides back to her.
“Back off.” He tells her, reaching down to grab the rose and the shovel – prepared for yet another fight, while his body stings and his heartbeat races. “Look at yourself, all of this over a fucking rose. Get a grip.” He barks, eyes sharp on her.
but you're human tonight
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.
