SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
It’s too sobering of a mood, this Festival. And it always really had been from what he can remember (a whopping grand total of two), so he doesn’t take it to heart when Nate can’t muster the energy for the quip. So Sunjata remains quiet, a support and a tether as Nate hangs his lanterns as well, imagining who the decidedly not Maea lantern was for. A deep nod is given to the first comment, still not quite feeling like it was real. But it was, and if Sunjata knew one thing, it was watching those around him die and disappear into nothing more than memories.
So he squeezes Nate’s hand back, leaning over to press a kiss light to the Ascended’s cheek, trying to keep the mood from delving too deeply into the uncharted dark waters it could so easily go for him at least. A flash of a smile is given to him as he spots Melita’s fiery hair in the distance. “That we can.” He agrees, before moving and tugging Nate along with him while he inclines his head toward the honey child.
He reaches her after a moment, solemn and quiet upon his approach, a small smile of greeting. “Heuningby.” He rumbles with a small half smile, before letting Nate’s hand go, eyeing Fangorn perhaps a bit warily as he opens his arms to Melita to see if she’d like a hug.
So he squeezes Nate’s hand back, leaning over to press a kiss light to the Ascended’s cheek, trying to keep the mood from delving too deeply into the uncharted dark waters it could so easily go for him at least. A flash of a smile is given to him as he spots Melita’s fiery hair in the distance. “That we can.” He agrees, before moving and tugging Nate along with him while he inclines his head toward the honey child.
He reaches her after a moment, solemn and quiet upon his approach, a small smile of greeting. “Heuningby.” He rumbles with a small half smile, before letting Nate’s hand go, eyeing Fangorn perhaps a bit warily as he opens his arms to Melita to see if she’d like a hug.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
