// corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
could it be it's the same as the last? //
could it be it's the same as the last? //
It probably was the longest conversation they’d had – it was also one of the only ones they’d had relatively privately, despite the time he’d helped her train back in Torchline where they’d first met. It had been a long time since then and they’d both changed, dealt with close loss, dealt with the aftermath of the war. So, perhaps without intending to come off fatherly, Sunjata accomplishes it because of his internal goals.
A part of him thinks that he could have been great with Kamaria, too, had he been given the chance. Perhaps he’s getting a second chance to get it out of his system with Flora.
So when she tells him that she can’t quantify how much it means, all he can do is offer a soft, lopsided smile and a small casual shrug that shifts into something with a bit more understanding as she continues. Now, he isn’t in the business of talking bad about someone else’s parental figures and his opinions on them, so he remains silent on any thoughts of Remi and Ronin he harbors. “I know what it’s like to try and go at things alone. And for lack of a better word, it fucking sucked.” He offers her another small smile. “But, I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of my father and can understand why it was still a better alternative.” A jest at his own expense, offered with how he points to the scar on his face with amusement crinkling in his steel gaze, sure that she’d heard the drama that surrounded his father’s arrival in Caido and the beginning of his downfall as Torchline’s Governor.
“But anyway, if you needed me there I’d never say no to a trip to Torchline either.” He stands up a bit straighter with a playfully contemplative look on his face as he takes a sip of his drink.
A part of him thinks that he could have been great with Kamaria, too, had he been given the chance. Perhaps he’s getting a second chance to get it out of his system with Flora.
So when she tells him that she can’t quantify how much it means, all he can do is offer a soft, lopsided smile and a small casual shrug that shifts into something with a bit more understanding as she continues. Now, he isn’t in the business of talking bad about someone else’s parental figures and his opinions on them, so he remains silent on any thoughts of Remi and Ronin he harbors. “I know what it’s like to try and go at things alone. And for lack of a better word, it fucking sucked.” He offers her another small smile. “But, I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of my father and can understand why it was still a better alternative.” A jest at his own expense, offered with how he points to the scar on his face with amusement crinkling in his steel gaze, sure that she’d heard the drama that surrounded his father’s arrival in Caido and the beginning of his downfall as Torchline’s Governor.
“But anyway, if you needed me there I’d never say no to a trip to Torchline either.” He stands up a bit straighter with a playfully contemplative look on his face as he takes a sip of his drink.
the flood
// i swear i've seen your face elsewhere before
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass //
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass //
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.
