SUNJATA
at another place in time, you were infinitely mine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
relatively alright, when berenstein was fine
He’d thought it might be better if he was up front and blunt about it, but seeing the emotion strike across Remi’s face when their eyes meet. All his grey gaze can offer is sorrow, sadness, a crinkle of apology that he knows does absolutely nothing but something he can’t help but to offer anyway.
He swallows hard, hearing the breathless question. “I saw him at the festival.” Sunjata offers unhelpfully, muscles feathering in his jaw in an old habit — twisting away from the stall in the market that harbors such warm and lovely loaves of bread. It all feels cold in the face of the news, he’s sure. I can see them now.. it’s how I could tell Ru was. He explains, unsure if he’d mentioned it before (his memory can be foggy here and there). I confirmed it at.. the funeral. He sends quietly over the attuned bond, his hesitation evident in explaining it but the importance of it weighs heavily.
“I’m so sorry, Remi.” Comes the quiet, accented murmur, low enough he could hear but not too loud to where it sounds as if their conversation had gone off the rails.
He swallows hard, hearing the breathless question. “I saw him at the festival.” Sunjata offers unhelpfully, muscles feathering in his jaw in an old habit — twisting away from the stall in the market that harbors such warm and lovely loaves of bread. It all feels cold in the face of the news, he’s sure. I can see them now.. it’s how I could tell Ru was. He explains, unsure if he’d mentioned it before (his memory can be foggy here and there). I confirmed it at.. the funeral. He sends quietly over the attuned bond, his hesitation evident in explaining it but the importance of it weighs heavily.
“I’m so sorry, Remi.” Comes the quiet, accented murmur, low enough he could hear but not too loud to where it sounds as if their conversation had gone off the rails.
at another place in time, only parallel to mine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
the universe was alright, when berenstein was fine
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.
