SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
“…Thanks.” Sunjata says with a wrinkle of his nose, warping the freckles that dot the panes of his face. He’s sure it isn’t at all what Danta was expecting, and yet, it was the truth and it was horrible and Sunjata would truly just prefer to settle into a calm, warm bed, where he doesn’t have to worry too much about the potentials of void creatures coming to ruin more of his day.
Glaring without any of the true intent of any upset at the way Danta swats at him, Sunjata concedes the point with a nod as he fully lets Moira preen his fingers as he fluffs her feathers. “We’re not.” But they are both Frey’s demigods.
So take that, Danta.
He withdraws his hand from the crow companion, watching as she snags the letters Danta’s wound together so that she can take them to where they can be dispersed, and it allows him a moment to focus fully on Danta’s answer — finding a wry smile bloom on his face. “I mean, it’s never once hurt, but it’s temporary, yknow?” A temporary fix to feeling good, the bliss of release and relief until guilt settles back in. “That and I’d probably not be any fun anyway.” Shrugging his broad shoulders, he pushes those thoughts aside. “You got an idea?” It seems like it, at least.
Glaring without any of the true intent of any upset at the way Danta swats at him, Sunjata concedes the point with a nod as he fully lets Moira preen his fingers as he fluffs her feathers. “We’re not.” But they are both Frey’s demigods.
So take that, Danta.
He withdraws his hand from the crow companion, watching as she snags the letters Danta’s wound together so that she can take them to where they can be dispersed, and it allows him a moment to focus fully on Danta’s answer — finding a wry smile bloom on his face. “I mean, it’s never once hurt, but it’s temporary, yknow?” A temporary fix to feeling good, the bliss of release and relief until guilt settles back in. “That and I’d probably not be any fun anyway.” Shrugging his broad shoulders, he pushes those thoughts aside. “You got an idea?” It seems like it, at least.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
