save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
“Don’t be sorry.” He hadn’t taken her words as she thought she implied them, so it just goes to show exactly how he fails time and time again with words. It was simply an attempt to be a reminder that he was there for her whenever, not to make her feel bad, and Sunjata shuffles the books under his arm a hint awkwardly as he draws silent, listening and trying to get his jumbled mind to put the words together how he intends again.
He looks back over to her with a quiet little nod, unable to keep the shift in his tone as if reverting back to his previous Korofian habits might help him string the sentences along easier. “Yes, I know what that’s like too.” He agrees. Though if it had been Nate, Sunjata would drop everything to try and get him to love him again. And if that didn’t work, well, he wouldn’t be standing here right now. But those are things Sunjata doesn’t say, instead shifting slightly to wrap an arm around her to tug her into his chest.
“It’s not your fault. I’m inclined to believe it’s all his fault for doing it in the first place.” He mutters with a hint of annoyance toward the end. Remi and Sunjata have always had an odd sort of relationship, especially as the war trudged on, and the last he’d seen of Ludo’s demigod was right before he blacked out trying to retrieve the relic from Stormbreak, and then occasionally in dreams since then.
And even still, none of those memories were ones Sunjata wished to think on too long. “Perhaps it was a good thing you did introduce yourself.” Maybe he would think about what he’d put her through.
He looks back over to her with a quiet little nod, unable to keep the shift in his tone as if reverting back to his previous Korofian habits might help him string the sentences along easier. “Yes, I know what that’s like too.” He agrees. Though if it had been Nate, Sunjata would drop everything to try and get him to love him again. And if that didn’t work, well, he wouldn’t be standing here right now. But those are things Sunjata doesn’t say, instead shifting slightly to wrap an arm around her to tug her into his chest.
“It’s not your fault. I’m inclined to believe it’s all his fault for doing it in the first place.” He mutters with a hint of annoyance toward the end. Remi and Sunjata have always had an odd sort of relationship, especially as the war trudged on, and the last he’d seen of Ludo’s demigod was right before he blacked out trying to retrieve the relic from Stormbreak, and then occasionally in dreams since then.
And even still, none of those memories were ones Sunjata wished to think on too long. “Perhaps it was a good thing you did introduce yourself.” Maybe he would think about what he’d put her through.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
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.
