SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
Once the candles are out, he finds his way back into the blankets, keeping them mostly low for now with the heat of his body still a raging furnace of warmth. It likely would be for awhile, but at least the exhaustion that line his face and body is something that distracts him enough. As do her arms when she outstretches them to him, and he considers it for a moment.
Somehow, it feels almost vulnerable. He was always the one to hold and keep close, to be the shoulder people slept on. And to be given the option to sleep on her own sparks something different within him — his own uncertainty. So he considers it for a moment, deciding on what it is he wants to do. And after? Well, she knows everything about him — the good and the bad. What else was there that he wanted to hide or keep away?
He finds nothing, so he takes the offering she gives — sliding down in the bed a small amount, draping an arm along her rib cage to keep her close to him, resting his head along her shoulder and chest as he ensures that the horns have disappeared once more. The only thing that remains are the fangs. He doesn’t know what to say, his mind hardly thinking of anything aside from the echoes of her and the way his body doesn’t hurt anymore to be laying on his side. And what small miracles those were.
Somehow, it feels almost vulnerable. He was always the one to hold and keep close, to be the shoulder people slept on. And to be given the option to sleep on her own sparks something different within him — his own uncertainty. So he considers it for a moment, deciding on what it is he wants to do. And after? Well, she knows everything about him — the good and the bad. What else was there that he wanted to hide or keep away?
He finds nothing, so he takes the offering she gives — sliding down in the bed a small amount, draping an arm along her rib cage to keep her close to him, resting his head along her shoulder and chest as he ensures that the horns have disappeared once more. The only thing that remains are the fangs. He doesn’t know what to say, his mind hardly thinking of anything aside from the echoes of her and the way his body doesn’t hurt anymore to be laying on his side. And what small miracles those were.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
