better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
There’s relief alongside sorrowed tension that bleeds through Sunjata as Neron sits up and answers his question. His gaze tracks him, before falling off to the ceiling as he feels the air shift, the melancholy bleed back into the room despite how it tries desperately to keep the mood high and elevated.
All he can do is offer a quiet hum at first. The bed springs shifting as he sits up, shoulder bumping against Neron’s. “I’d be worried if you did.” He comments at first, eyeing him curiously before looking through the rest of the room, appreciative of the space to speak when someone wasn’t staring at him. “I also don’t want you to die. Any of you.” He’ll lose his closest friends, his husband, his life would change so rapidly again that he’s sure he’ll get whiplash.
All he can do is offer a quiet hum at first. The bed springs shifting as he sits up, shoulder bumping against Neron’s. “I’d be worried if you did.” He comments at first, eyeing him curiously before looking through the rest of the room, appreciative of the space to speak when someone wasn’t staring at him. “I also don’t want you to die. Any of you.” He’ll lose his closest friends, his husband, his life would change so rapidly again that he’s sure he’ll get whiplash.
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.
