SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
Snorting, he rolls his eyes a touch annoyed (playfully, of course). “Longheat. Right around her birthday.” He leans heavily on the crate as well, flashing his soon to be daughter a playfully lopsided smile. “Still planning on doing it at the Hanged Man, if you’re good with that?” He has to double check – but he has been collecting bits and pieces to make it a truly special night – concocting special mocktails for the Valkyrie, knowing her preference to not drink that often in public, yet still wanting it to feel special and important.That, and ensuring the ring(s) are in good condition, along with whatever lovey dovey things he decides to say in the moment. He’s certainly needed time to think about those given his notoriously terrible way with words.
An accented laugh leaves him as he swats away her hands gently. “I wasn’t always like this, y’know.” He’d been plenty weak before – the reminder of Ronin’s physical warnings, Remi’s threats, his father’s lessons, and Safrin’s actual literal attempt on his life. “Luck kept me from drowning when I got this, along with mostly everything else.” Gesturing to the half Glasgow smile on his face, his steel gaze shifts toward the jars that she starts to pluck the two jars she’d like out of the crate.
“Sounds good to me.” Sunjata hums, content with the trade, before he’s pushing off the crate toward his desk, snagging a pen and a piece of paper to write a reminder to replace it this season with another round of collecting unicorn horn shavings.
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.
