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
“No?” Sunjata says with a soft laugh, his crooked smile aimed at her for a moment before he looks away with a shake of his head and a shrug. “I became one of Frey’s demigods after Phoebe did. And we couldn’t be anymore opposite.” The marriage failed for many of the same reasons he and Maea had their arguments. Yes, Sunjata often shared his body with others. A coping mechanism, mostly, but sometimes just to have fun. Phoebe never did. That didn’t make them more or less of the fact they both belonged to Frey.
But she continues, and all Sunjata can think is just how much she’s making everything such a big deal when it doesn’t really need to be. “You always have had a lot of opinions about everything.” He tells her bluntly, angling his head back toward her before he stretches out the long leg he’d had his arm wrapped around. Planting both hands on the edge of the stone, he leans forward to see the rueful smile grace her lips.
“That’s the only thing you can be, right? Like.. I’m me. Sure I’m a demigod, but.. Frey doesn’t define me. I did this shit before I pledged myself to them.” It was a happy accident and something he’d done when he’d even been Safrin’s. And even after the war, when it never helped and he was decidedly not acting like Frey’s demigod, there wasn’t animosity in it from them. Just unconditional love.
He stretches out a little before he squints at her. “Why don’t you ask Dygra if you’re worried about it?”
But she continues, and all Sunjata can think is just how much she’s making everything such a big deal when it doesn’t really need to be. “You always have had a lot of opinions about everything.” He tells her bluntly, angling his head back toward her before he stretches out the long leg he’d had his arm wrapped around. Planting both hands on the edge of the stone, he leans forward to see the rueful smile grace her lips.
“That’s the only thing you can be, right? Like.. I’m me. Sure I’m a demigod, but.. Frey doesn’t define me. I did this shit before I pledged myself to them.” It was a happy accident and something he’d done when he’d even been Safrin’s. And even after the war, when it never helped and he was decidedly not acting like Frey’s demigod, there wasn’t animosity in it from them. Just unconditional love.
He stretches out a little before he squints at her. “Why don’t you ask Dygra if you’re worried about it?”
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.
