please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
“I mean, I think she tries but then it ends up like her big show down with Dahlia at the meeting of leaders.” His nose wrinkles at the memory before he shakes his head. Maybe there was a time and a place to be a hero. Maybe there was the act of being a hero that was different from the action of it.
He doesn’t know and can’t say, so instead Sunjata focuses on making sure Petronella isn’t starting a fight with Fangorn (to which she isn’t, she’s simply trying to curl up against him to take a nap after tiring herself out chasing his vines every which way), and it’s about the time Sunjata’s attention snaps back toward his niece with the mention of how he’d put up with it for so long.
It’s an answer he can’t quite articulate, so he huffs a soft sigh. “I mean, it was fun at first. Until it wasn’t.” Until too many rules and incompatibilities started showing up. Where she wanted him to change and he would do everything in his power to prevent it. Not until he wanted to change, at least.
Nodding at the mention of Aurelia, though, his gaze seems to brighten as he takes a seat, waiting for Melita to decide what they should drink and for her to take her seat before he can start dishing out the servings. “I know. I saw her in Torchline.” His brightened mood seems to take on a slight damper as his lips try to twist into a small frown. “She asked how Nate was…” And he had to tell her what happened. Even the memory of telling her felt like a yawning pit was opening up within him, but he stifles it and silently hopes that Melita chooses the alcohol to bring to the table.
He doesn’t know and can’t say, so instead Sunjata focuses on making sure Petronella isn’t starting a fight with Fangorn (to which she isn’t, she’s simply trying to curl up against him to take a nap after tiring herself out chasing his vines every which way), and it’s about the time Sunjata’s attention snaps back toward his niece with the mention of how he’d put up with it for so long.
It’s an answer he can’t quite articulate, so he huffs a soft sigh. “I mean, it was fun at first. Until it wasn’t.” Until too many rules and incompatibilities started showing up. Where she wanted him to change and he would do everything in his power to prevent it. Not until he wanted to change, at least.
Nodding at the mention of Aurelia, though, his gaze seems to brighten as he takes a seat, waiting for Melita to decide what they should drink and for her to take her seat before he can start dishing out the servings. “I know. I saw her in Torchline.” His brightened mood seems to take on a slight damper as his lips try to twist into a small frown. “She asked how Nate was…” And he had to tell her what happened. Even the memory of telling her felt like a yawning pit was opening up within him, but he stifles it and silently hopes that Melita chooses the alcohol to bring to the table.
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.
