i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
If nothing else has changed, Sunjata is still intimately aware of the wariness Stormbreak has with him – if for nothing else but the multitude of Ascended scars in his neck. But now, none of them existed, and it’s a series of marks in his skin alongside his tattoos that he thinks relatively little of these days, content to help break apart the throngs of people for them to get to their destination faster.
The conversation helps too, as she starts to explain and he listens to her woes, humming a sound of understanding. “I’ve had my fair few.” He offers in companionship, stepping up beside her to offer her a crooked smile. “I made a deal with Safrin once that had my husband leave me for a time.” Maybe it was similar, maybe it wasn’t – but Sunjata had made a deal to try and save Nate’s life, only to end up with a daughter out of the ordeal, something that had been entirely impulsive and pushed the Ascended demigod and Hotaru away, leaving him to raise Kamaria alongside ruling Torchline, which had been an equally as lonesome time.
Except, Sunjata had been different then, spending a fair amount of his time in the brothel in Haulani. But that’s neither here nor there. “Long story short, I get it.” He nudges her lightly with his elbow as they walk, trying to offer some amount of companionship.
The conversation helps too, as she starts to explain and he listens to her woes, humming a sound of understanding. “I’ve had my fair few.” He offers in companionship, stepping up beside her to offer her a crooked smile. “I made a deal with Safrin once that had my husband leave me for a time.” Maybe it was similar, maybe it wasn’t – but Sunjata had made a deal to try and save Nate’s life, only to end up with a daughter out of the ordeal, something that had been entirely impulsive and pushed the Ascended demigod and Hotaru away, leaving him to raise Kamaria alongside ruling Torchline, which had been an equally as lonesome time.
Except, Sunjata had been different then, spending a fair amount of his time in the brothel in Haulani. But that’s neither here nor there. “Long story short, I get it.” He nudges her lightly with his elbow as they walk, trying to offer some amount of companionship.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
