// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
“And I am not.” He snaps in the face of her willingness to go out there and see. If he had his choice he’d keep her here where he could try to protect her. Even if she’s right and he might fail, at least she wouldn’t be alone. But he can’t hold his tongue, and he hates it when he gets liked his, though the words keep spilling out. “Yes. You do.” She does look like a queen right now, one trying to protect her people even when it’s her people that have a battle she shouldn’t be anywhere near. She might not have armies or the strength she once had, but Sunjata sees it all the same.
“You keep talking like you want to!” He shoots back at her as she blocks the door. He has half a mind to shift into a smaller shift and get around her, if only to keep his distance from her instead of these barbed words. But she doesn’t let him, and he doesn’t follow through with the fools thought. “Like I said, Hotaru, he’s had his chances. That’s not what he wants. I bet you he wants me to be his puppet, like he had before when despite everything I did he still engaged me off to that witch, thinking that it’d break me down enough to be compliant.” To rule Torchline and turn it into a new Korofi, with far less advanced technology. To build it up and tear it down. A reminder, for him, perhaps.
But she continues on and he has to tear his gaze away from her when he spies the angered tears, cursing himself further deep down as he realizes what he does when he gets like this. There’s a sharp inhale given to try and steady him as he shakes his head to her, clenching his jaw tight enough he thinks he can feel his teeth creaking. “You stay with me. Those others are you and Nate. Can’t you see that?” His gaze snaps back to her with that predatory narrowness, to the hand outstretched. And he should meet in the middle, but he doesn’t.
The wings draw in a fraction closer and he makes no move to reach for her. He doesn’t make a move to step away though, not as he grinds his teeth together and stares at that hand crossing the distance.
“You keep talking like you want to!” He shoots back at her as she blocks the door. He has half a mind to shift into a smaller shift and get around her, if only to keep his distance from her instead of these barbed words. But she doesn’t let him, and he doesn’t follow through with the fools thought. “Like I said, Hotaru, he’s had his chances. That’s not what he wants. I bet you he wants me to be his puppet, like he had before when despite everything I did he still engaged me off to that witch, thinking that it’d break me down enough to be compliant.” To rule Torchline and turn it into a new Korofi, with far less advanced technology. To build it up and tear it down. A reminder, for him, perhaps.
But she continues on and he has to tear his gaze away from her when he spies the angered tears, cursing himself further deep down as he realizes what he does when he gets like this. There’s a sharp inhale given to try and steady him as he shakes his head to her, clenching his jaw tight enough he thinks he can feel his teeth creaking. “You stay with me. Those others are you and Nate. Can’t you see that?” His gaze snaps back to her with that predatory narrowness, to the hand outstretched. And he should meet in the middle, but he doesn’t.
The wings draw in a fraction closer and he makes no move to reach for her. He doesn’t make a move to step away though, not as he grinds his teeth together and stares at that hand crossing the distance.
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.
