// 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? //
She can speak as freely as she wishes in his presence. What’s he going to do about it anyway? Absolutely fuckin’ nothing. Still, Flora’s bluntness of his upbringing is enough to surprise him and bring a rumbling laugh from his chest, nodding before he exhales a soft sigh. “I’d say about ninety percent of my life has been just shit.” But at the very least, that ten percent that wasn’t felt like winning the lottery.
Of course, perhaps if he could get over his silent paranoias. But that’s another problem.
He gives her his full attention when she speaks on Torchline again, questioning whether or not he and Hadama were close. He shakes his head to that easily. “I don’t know Hadama well. Met him officially for the first time a month or two ago.” A casual shrug leaves him as he takes another sip of his drink. “He didn’t seem all too thrilled about meeting me before the war when I was working on the refuge, though I imagine that’s mostly in part of what happened between Safrin and I.” But that’s neither here nor there right now either, and instead he focuses on the rest of what she says.
“So do something about it.” He says casually, not knowing fully what was on her mind, but when it came to Sunjata he’d already attempted to do something similar. He’d tried to dethrone his father, despite his failures. He wanted to see change and he put himself into a position where he could do it.
Needless to say, no, he wouldn't be mad with a little shoving.
Of course, perhaps if he could get over his silent paranoias. But that’s another problem.
He gives her his full attention when she speaks on Torchline again, questioning whether or not he and Hadama were close. He shakes his head to that easily. “I don’t know Hadama well. Met him officially for the first time a month or two ago.” A casual shrug leaves him as he takes another sip of his drink. “He didn’t seem all too thrilled about meeting me before the war when I was working on the refuge, though I imagine that’s mostly in part of what happened between Safrin and I.” But that’s neither here nor there right now either, and instead he focuses on the rest of what she says.
“So do something about it.” He says casually, not knowing fully what was on her mind, but when it came to Sunjata he’d already attempted to do something similar. He’d tried to dethrone his father, despite his failures. He wanted to see change and he put himself into a position where he could do it.
Needless to say, no, he wouldn't be mad with a little shoving.
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.
