but i come to life, come to life
some princes don't become kings
His gaze flits to Melita when she asks what happened, listening quietly as Oliver begins to speak – pausing only when he mentions it’s Frey and Sunjata nods. “Yeah that was Frey.” He shivers silently at the memory. “We took out half of it before it reached the festival, but I got sucked up inside it.” He frowns at it, fingers tracing the grain of the wood in the bar top. “I shifted to a different shift to get free, but I think I was drowning for most of it.” His lip curls in distaste, before he shakes his head, voice calm if not frustrated, gaze finding Oliver when he spoke – all of his emotions out in the open.
The mention of the Voice however, he’s not sure how to answer. He doesn’t know what creates them, but the world he’d lived in before didn’t have magic, didn’t have creatures of mud or spite – and tragedies still happened. Floods would sweep hundreds of people away, fires would take out many more. “I’m not sure if it’s her that’s made the monsters.” He offers quietly, contemplatively, before coughing lightly. “Could just be how Caido is.” He shrugs, gaze returning to Melita with a small dark raised brow.
The mention of the Voice however, he’s not sure how to answer. He doesn’t know what creates them, but the world he’d lived in before didn’t have magic, didn’t have creatures of mud or spite – and tragedies still happened. Floods would sweep hundreds of people away, fires would take out many more. “I’m not sure if it’s her that’s made the monsters.” He offers quietly, contemplatively, before coughing lightly. “Could just be how Caido is.” He shrugs, gaze returning to Melita with a small dark raised brow.
even at the best of times,
i'm out of my mind
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.
