when driving past your house, the taste of iron in my mouth
or the shame, that i have to look like mom
or the shame, that i have to look like mom
A static hits the air, and while others may feel discomfort, Sunjata’s discomfort comes precisely from the tower they sit under and the very cliffside they sit upon. His gaze leaves Seren to focus on the spot he’d launched off with his father, jaw tightening as his discomfort grows, listening to the sentiments when Seren begins. And honestly, he doesn’t know what is going on – content to sit there silently until someone asks for clarification – his niece as it turns out, he’ll have to remember to say thanks for that.
And then, when Seren continues, Sunjata’s steel gaze slips over toward her with a dark brow raised – the scarred one, specifically, in a fight that had to do with Safrin, so many years ago. Feeling the sudden sensation of Remi’s magic, he starts to focus a bit more on the conversation, nodding to Hotaru’s statement – something many of them dealt with time and time again – and the same with an inclination of his chin to Deimos who echoes the same sentiment.
“What is it?” He asks instead of echoing the same thing. It’s as close to his agreeance as any. Though it isn’t like he isn’t already aware of the Family’s influence, nor what kind of potential dangers might come of it. And for now? Precisely one other person beside himself know exactly why.
And then, when Seren continues, Sunjata’s steel gaze slips over toward her with a dark brow raised – the scarred one, specifically, in a fight that had to do with Safrin, so many years ago. Feeling the sudden sensation of Remi’s magic, he starts to focus a bit more on the conversation, nodding to Hotaru’s statement – something many of them dealt with time and time again – and the same with an inclination of his chin to Deimos who echoes the same sentiment.
“What is it?” He asks instead of echoing the same thing. It’s as close to his agreeance as any. Though it isn’t like he isn’t already aware of the Family’s influence, nor what kind of potential dangers might come of it. And for now? Precisely one other person beside himself know exactly why.
the flood
disgraced, i made me my father's son
you're still to close to me, i swear at night i feel your breath
you're still to close to me, i swear at night i feel your breath
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.
