SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
“Mmm.. Not quite.” Sunjata murmurs, head tilting sideways before he readjusts a leg as a spark of pain shoots up it. “I didn’t fight him back. Just… Got pummeled. I earned it, anyway.” A shrug of a shoulder as he regards Locke with a hint of mischief floating in the steel of his gaze as he tries to breathe away the flush the Attuned had sparked in him. “I think pissing my ex-god off is a better suited choice of words.” He teases, but he’s pleased that he doesn’t have to explain everything entirely in detail just yet.
Locke’s smart, whether he thinks it or not. “I was surprised Nate wanted me back after what I did.” He admits, a bit of kinship between them. “There’s paper on the desk over there. A pen too, if you need to borrow one of those.” A wink is shot Locke’s way before he takes a heavy sip of his drink. “Feel free to use as much as you’d like.” After all, Sunjata isn’t planning on writing too much too soon.
Locke’s smart, whether he thinks it or not. “I was surprised Nate wanted me back after what I did.” He admits, a bit of kinship between them. “There’s paper on the desk over there. A pen too, if you need to borrow one of those.” A wink is shot Locke’s way before he takes a heavy sip of his drink. “Feel free to use as much as you’d like.” After all, Sunjata isn’t planning on writing too much too soon.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
