// dance me through the panic 'til i'm gathered safely in
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove //
He could go into all the intricacies of just how Sunjata’s original plans for his life had gotten uprooted the second he met Safrin. And honestly, the only reason he’s even creating a shrine to Frey there in the first place is because he refuses to go to the Safrin one. After all, there’s nothing like going to pray at a shrine you quite nearly died at by the hands of one god, only to call for another.
And being that it’s the only shrine in King’s End, well, Sunjata made adjustments accordingly in his bliss of Frey’s announcement of his growing strength and immortality.
He sips from his whiskey with ease, at least until Tal’s voice lowers and the question that hits has him nearly choking on it – a feat that Sunjata admittedly (and thankfully) has never had to experience. Squinting down at the glass as he clears his throat from the surprise of the burn and Petronella mewls her displeasure at being rocked from her comfortable spot, Sunjata takes a deep breath. “I think you’re over complicating it, Tal.” He admits, quiet for the sake of the Messenger’s embarrassment.
“Don’t think about all the rest of the world around you when you’re there. It’s just between you and Frey, and they asked it of you. So set up a tent or something and have a good time.” His voice grows a bit more accented there, a playful note to try and ease Tal’s worries. “All they want is for people to have fun and indulge themselves.” There’s a note of how his voice grows a bit more gravelly, courtesy of tearing it up with the coughing on the sharp high proof whiskey. “You can do it.”
And being that it’s the only shrine in King’s End, well, Sunjata made adjustments accordingly in his bliss of Frey’s announcement of his growing strength and immortality.
He sips from his whiskey with ease, at least until Tal’s voice lowers and the question that hits has him nearly choking on it – a feat that Sunjata admittedly (and thankfully) has never had to experience. Squinting down at the glass as he clears his throat from the surprise of the burn and Petronella mewls her displeasure at being rocked from her comfortable spot, Sunjata takes a deep breath. “I think you’re over complicating it, Tal.” He admits, quiet for the sake of the Messenger’s embarrassment.
“Don’t think about all the rest of the world around you when you’re there. It’s just between you and Frey, and they asked it of you. So set up a tent or something and have a good time.” His voice grows a bit more accented there, a playful note to try and ease Tal’s worries. “All they want is for people to have fun and indulge themselves.” There’s a note of how his voice grows a bit more gravelly, courtesy of tearing it up with the coughing on the sharp high proof whiskey. “You can do it.”
dance me to the end of love
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.
