SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
He lives with it easily. The same way that a farmer protects its chicken coop against the occasional hawk and coyote, so too do the people of Cairo protect against the occasional dragon. It would always be a possibility, but he wasn’t going to worry about whatever consequences might stem from the occasional creature Sunjata plucked for a meal that day, when he’d been so distraught after Nate’s death that he physically couldn’t eat himself. His shifts forced him to, and it’s the only reason he hadn’t wasted away.
He doesn’t mourn for the ants beneath his feet that couldn’t get out of the way too soon.
It was life. Life was difficult and hard. It’s how it is.
He meets her wide lavender gaze with an easy and curious glimmer of steel, watching as she replies with the very same hesitancy she had nearly a decade ago - where it felt like he had to pull it out of her if only to hear her say it. “I mean… You’ve always had that issue with control though. I remember you with your magic at the VlamVloed.” He murmurs, stepping a touch closer to her and off to the side to take a seat on an outcrop of a rock, tilting his head toward her. “So what’s going on?”
He doesn’t mourn for the ants beneath his feet that couldn’t get out of the way too soon.
It was life. Life was difficult and hard. It’s how it is.
He meets her wide lavender gaze with an easy and curious glimmer of steel, watching as she replies with the very same hesitancy she had nearly a decade ago - where it felt like he had to pull it out of her if only to hear her say it. “I mean… You’ve always had that issue with control though. I remember you with your magic at the VlamVloed.” He murmurs, stepping a touch closer to her and off to the side to take a seat on an outcrop of a rock, tilting his head toward her. “So what’s going on?”
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
