temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
With the squeal of delight is heard, it does make such a mark that Sunjata already has a few in mind that she might appreciate. As it stands, however, they’ve landed and he’s shifted back into himself, towering above the large flowering fields of Mourn as he explains part of his story. He doesn’t know how sheltered she was, how hidden she had been from the goings on of the world – nevermind the fact that she was from the Grounds, a place Sunjata had spent a majority of his life here on Caido. A place he’d even ruled, for a short amount of time.
He was the one that created the VlamVloed, after all.
She tells him that he was between a rock and a hard place and he nods a quiet agreement, unsure how much information she wished to get, but now that the gates were open he couldn’t help but to flood it if only it showed how much he’d suffered under his constant ability to not think things through. A warning, in a sense. “I was.” He rumbles quietly, before he picks up the thread again, gaze peering up to the sky as the clouds float by, as if he can see the stars beyond it. “I had a daughter with Safrin. A deal we struck to try and protect my husband. Only he’d become a demigod to the Voice in that time, so there was nothing to be done anyway. And in my hopes to try and save him, I only ended up becoming more of a spy for her than anything.” The tattoo on his chest she’d etched into him had moved the second Hotaru had sunk her blade into his leg for his betrayal, had healed him up before returning back to the center of his chest.
“Eventually I ended up going to see Frey to ask for an item when they offered me the chance to make the refuge to help Ascended as well as the Old Gods followers. I agreed, became their demigod, and they had to burn Safrin out of me.” It had taken what felt like to Sunjata weeks to get her out of him, when everyone else had only shared a night. A night that was starless, and from what Isla had told him, had many in the Grounds thinking it was an early LongNight, spent in the Temple in the Grounds praying to try and prove that it wasn’t.
He heaves a soft sigh, letting the slightly amused smile bloom on his face, even if his subject matter wasn’t smile worthy – it was the past, these days. “Then, Ronin forced me to go and apologize to Safrin for betraying her. But I… Didn’t apologize. And she nearly killed me.” Did actually kill him if it weren’t for Ronin’s healing. He’d prayed for Frey to help him as he felt the world grow colder, only nobody had come. Nobody except for the very man that had brought him to that demise.
He was the one that created the VlamVloed, after all.
She tells him that he was between a rock and a hard place and he nods a quiet agreement, unsure how much information she wished to get, but now that the gates were open he couldn’t help but to flood it if only it showed how much he’d suffered under his constant ability to not think things through. A warning, in a sense. “I was.” He rumbles quietly, before he picks up the thread again, gaze peering up to the sky as the clouds float by, as if he can see the stars beyond it. “I had a daughter with Safrin. A deal we struck to try and protect my husband. Only he’d become a demigod to the Voice in that time, so there was nothing to be done anyway. And in my hopes to try and save him, I only ended up becoming more of a spy for her than anything.” The tattoo on his chest she’d etched into him had moved the second Hotaru had sunk her blade into his leg for his betrayal, had healed him up before returning back to the center of his chest.
“Eventually I ended up going to see Frey to ask for an item when they offered me the chance to make the refuge to help Ascended as well as the Old Gods followers. I agreed, became their demigod, and they had to burn Safrin out of me.” It had taken what felt like to Sunjata weeks to get her out of him, when everyone else had only shared a night. A night that was starless, and from what Isla had told him, had many in the Grounds thinking it was an early LongNight, spent in the Temple in the Grounds praying to try and prove that it wasn’t.
He heaves a soft sigh, letting the slightly amused smile bloom on his face, even if his subject matter wasn’t smile worthy – it was the past, these days. “Then, Ronin forced me to go and apologize to Safrin for betraying her. But I… Didn’t apologize. And she nearly killed me.” Did actually kill him if it weren’t for Ronin’s healing. He’d prayed for Frey to help him as he felt the world grow colder, only nobody had come. Nobody except for the very man that had brought him to that demise.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
