// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
He’s misread the situation, though internally he thinks it’s a fair thing to mistake. After all, he’d been there with Nate the multitude of times that the Voice had never answered his call after he’d Ascended. How it had taken a toll on him, up until now, up until she’d helped him in ways that Sunjata couldn’t. “Hm?” He asks, before the realization hits. “Oh, uh. Nate was cursed by Safrin. He burned if he talked ill of her, I think. So he went to the Voice and she fixed him.” A shoulder rises and falls in a shrug.
The next comment has Sunjata pouring a bit more whiskey into his glass to sip from, his gaze drifting from their lanterns to the Ascended beside him. “I think I might’ve picked the wrong path.” He snorts, offering his answer in the same little tidy package. But he leans in as if he's telling Amun a secret, a hand cupped around the scarred part of his mouth to angle his whisper toward the other man. "I'm terrible at taking compliments."
The next comment has Sunjata pouring a bit more whiskey into his glass to sip from, his gaze drifting from their lanterns to the Ascended beside him. “I think I might’ve picked the wrong path.” He snorts, offering his answer in the same little tidy package. But he leans in as if he's telling Amun a secret, a hand cupped around the scarred part of his mouth to angle his whisper toward the other man. "I'm terrible at taking compliments."
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.
