// i'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go, you've been the only thing that's right
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
Where one goes, the other follows. Or in this case? The other drapes, languidly yet still on edge, across Nate’s broad shoulders – a dark scaley black head peeking out from dark raven curls, hood flared for the sheer feeling of a fight and low thrum of anger that seems to never quite dissipate these days. At the very least, the cobra is intimidating enough when it comes to walking the streets from the house – though Sunjata imagines the quiet rage that seems permanent on Nate’s face is a deterrent enough.
He supposes either of them likely seem like they require quite the berth as they make their way to the jail. But Sunjata finds that he doesn’t care. It’s easier that way.
Even as he arrives and spies Maeve and Locke, the cobra curling around Nate’s neck as he moves to unwrap himself from the demigod’s shoulders. He slips from his arm, down to the ground where he can shift into himself, a sleeveless shirt that’s worn underneath it all that reveals all the bruising sustained from the quest to find the Prince. He lingers in Nate’s space, attention flickering to Aurelia and offering a silent nod.
But he says nothing, because his throat is still fucked up and burns when he speaks to much. So he keeps it at a minimum, steel eyes sharp and focused as he watches Aurelia, listening for the instruction. He doesn’t notice the way Maeve seems to ignore the presence of him and Nate. He doesn’t seem to care to begin with. He just knows that the jail needs to be done so it could be used, because the Flood absolutely intends to use it.
Maeve seems to step outside and he can see that she heads toward the windows, which leaves a plan for Sunjata. “We’ll take the roof and ventilation.” He says hoarsely, his arm slipping around Nate’s, grabbing the ladder on their way out so that Nate would be able to use it if he didn’t want to use a shift. And Sunjata shifts into his macaw shift, beginning to transport the items they’d need to start patching up the roof and placing the ventilation within it. What’s the blueprints say, Skatjie? He sends mentally while he flits about, bringing material after material.
A few things are handed to Nate, of course, the demigod having more than just a set of hands to make it a quick job after all, and when all the items are along the roof, Sunjata shifts back into himself to help Nate place the ventilation according to the blueprints.
Sunjata picks the roof and ventilation and tugs Nate along with him for it!
He supposes either of them likely seem like they require quite the berth as they make their way to the jail. But Sunjata finds that he doesn’t care. It’s easier that way.
Even as he arrives and spies Maeve and Locke, the cobra curling around Nate’s neck as he moves to unwrap himself from the demigod’s shoulders. He slips from his arm, down to the ground where he can shift into himself, a sleeveless shirt that’s worn underneath it all that reveals all the bruising sustained from the quest to find the Prince. He lingers in Nate’s space, attention flickering to Aurelia and offering a silent nod.
But he says nothing, because his throat is still fucked up and burns when he speaks to much. So he keeps it at a minimum, steel eyes sharp and focused as he watches Aurelia, listening for the instruction. He doesn’t notice the way Maeve seems to ignore the presence of him and Nate. He doesn’t seem to care to begin with. He just knows that the jail needs to be done so it could be used, because the Flood absolutely intends to use it.
Maeve seems to step outside and he can see that she heads toward the windows, which leaves a plan for Sunjata. “We’ll take the roof and ventilation.” He says hoarsely, his arm slipping around Nate’s, grabbing the ladder on their way out so that Nate would be able to use it if he didn’t want to use a shift. And Sunjata shifts into his macaw shift, beginning to transport the items they’d need to start patching up the roof and placing the ventilation within it. What’s the blueprints say, Skatjie? He sends mentally while he flits about, bringing material after material.
A few things are handed to Nate, of course, the demigod having more than just a set of hands to make it a quick job after all, and when all the items are along the roof, Sunjata shifts back into himself to help Nate place the ventilation according to the blueprints.
Sunjata picks the roof and ventilation and tugs Nate along with him for it!
i know we'll make it anywhere away from here
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.
