and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
Spotting the way he smacks the water and unable to playfully send it shooting back at the dragoon, Sunjata instead takes note of the moment Kaisel registers just who he is. The stiffening in his shoulders, the way he stands and tries to make himself presentable - all things that Sunjata doesn’t particularly care about. “Sunjata’s fine. You don’t have to add the sirs, I know I’m getting old.” He teases, his smile lopsided from the scar that’s raised and gnarled at the corner of his lip as he stands on the water’s edge, waiting for him to come closer.
“I’m happy to help, really.” He tries to ensure that Kaisel doesn’t feel like he’s an imposition or like Sunjata would want nothing more than for the Dragoons to go home. Because it’s clearly the opposite. And as for this space being the young man’s favorite? Sunjata takes a moment to look around with a soft laugh and a nod of understanding. “It’s nice, right? Built from the ground up with the help of Frey.” He hums softly, nostalgically. “Kept so many of us safe during the last war, buuuut it also means I can't use my magic here, so.” The double edged sword of safety - of keeping the peace.
“I’m happy to help, really.” He tries to ensure that Kaisel doesn’t feel like he’s an imposition or like Sunjata would want nothing more than for the Dragoons to go home. Because it’s clearly the opposite. And as for this space being the young man’s favorite? Sunjata takes a moment to look around with a soft laugh and a nod of understanding. “It’s nice, right? Built from the ground up with the help of Frey.” He hums softly, nostalgically. “Kept so many of us safe during the last war, buuuut it also means I can't use my magic here, so.” The double edged sword of safety - of keeping the peace.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bulletproof
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.
