we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
Content to leave Aurelia to plant the strange golden seed, Sunjata utilizes his magic on the shore to play with the encantados – drawing wave after wave up and down like it’s a little ride for them to navigate, and as they start to figure out the motivations and movements Sunjata supplies, he starts to change tactics here and there. Only when Aurelia’s voice reaches him does he pause, stealing a stream of water and huffing a soft laugh to her playful tone as he turns toward her and lets the water sparkle between his fingertips in the golden light of the sunset, marred with a streak of purple.
“I think they’re cursing me for making the game too hard.” He admits with a slight whisper, flashing a crooked smirk toward her before he shrugs a tattooed shoulder. The smirk fades after a heartbeat of a second as sentimentality creeps in and he scans her face, once again reminded of just how much he’d missed her. Letting the water slip out toward her, the little stream latches onto her wrist and he gives her a small tug with it to try and bring her in for another hug. “So, are you planning on staying here?” He asks quietly, curiously, wondering if she wished to remain in Torchline’s shores or if she’d crave a change of scenery.
He can’t blame her for either. Both Torchline and King’s End had been hard to navigate for the Flood after Nate’s death. It’s what kept him huddled away in the Refuge for years after – apparently getting stronger and stronger without realizing it from the amount of time he’d tried to ignore how the world simply just moved on.
“I think they’re cursing me for making the game too hard.” He admits with a slight whisper, flashing a crooked smirk toward her before he shrugs a tattooed shoulder. The smirk fades after a heartbeat of a second as sentimentality creeps in and he scans her face, once again reminded of just how much he’d missed her. Letting the water slip out toward her, the little stream latches onto her wrist and he gives her a small tug with it to try and bring her in for another hug. “So, are you planning on staying here?” He asks quietly, curiously, wondering if she wished to remain in Torchline’s shores or if she’d crave a change of scenery.
He can’t blame her for either. Both Torchline and King’s End had been hard to navigate for the Flood after Nate’s death. It’s what kept him huddled away in the Refuge for years after – apparently getting stronger and stronger without realizing it from the amount of time he’d tried to ignore how the world simply just moved on.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
