// the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
Sunjata regards her with a quiet and playful are you so sure look that he doesn’t comment on given that it’s shifted to Torchline and everything else. And while it felt like a brag – considering part of the reason he was still standing here, in a position that he was in was because of the woman sitting across from him, well… Things never quite stopped feeling awkward.
At the very least, he sees the pride that blooms on her face, the pleased expression that has him loosening the taught breath in his throat, his smile widening as his scars glow again in another strike, this time drifting from his mouth, to the one on his neck, then to the exposed lightning scars on his arm. “Thank you.” He offers quietly, meaning every second of it. “You had a lot to do with helping me start.” He has to give respect and praise where it was due, even if it hadn’t ended well. She was still a huge part of it.
As she reaches up to gesture to her face to mirror his own, he nods. “Yeah. All the scars light up when I’m feeling a lot of emotions.” As evidenced not too long ago. “And there’s this, too,” He pauses, reaching over the bar to open the drawer and collect an ice cube, settling back in and using his right hand to set the ice on his arm and as it starts to melt and spread water along his arm as he moves it, little floral inky tattoo designs start swirling in his skin.
At the very least, he sees the pride that blooms on her face, the pleased expression that has him loosening the taught breath in his throat, his smile widening as his scars glow again in another strike, this time drifting from his mouth, to the one on his neck, then to the exposed lightning scars on his arm. “Thank you.” He offers quietly, meaning every second of it. “You had a lot to do with helping me start.” He has to give respect and praise where it was due, even if it hadn’t ended well. She was still a huge part of it.
As she reaches up to gesture to her face to mirror his own, he nods. “Yeah. All the scars light up when I’m feeling a lot of emotions.” As evidenced not too long ago. “And there’s this, too,” He pauses, reaching over the bar to open the drawer and collect an ice cube, settling back in and using his right hand to set the ice on his arm and as it starts to melt and spread water along his arm as he moves it, little floral inky tattoo designs start swirling in his skin.
the flood
// of our disaster when we left this town
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
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.
