// placing a smile at the perfect event //
“Y’know, I think we do need to teach it to read.” Meaning, no, it isn’t working – and that makes it all that much worse to scrub away when it doesn’t get the hint. He continues to scrub with his makeshift jets of water before smoothing out the water itself to rinse the wall until finally a portion of it is clean, before he can focus on the next section he starts to have to carve through.
As for the void being gone, Sunjata can wholeheartedly agree, humming a sound of content. “Gods, it’s so nice to not flinch every time I look at someone who was infected.” A gut reaction he couldn’t snuff down regardless of how strong and powerful he became. Some things mentally couldn’t be removed.
And perhaps it adds to the fact that King’s End has become rather boring, without much else going for it or drama within. He rules it with ease, a breezy kind of hands half on and off mentality because even if it was civilized, it was still wild in parts and the people. “Ugh, she is.” He drawls a minor playful complaint. “I spent a lot of LongNight in the House of Midnight.” He admits a touch quieter, before he’s fully silent to listen to how Torchline was.
Reminiscing in the comfort of those LongNights versus being indoors like it is here, it helps his mood regarding the longest night to let him snort a response as he continues to scrub, carve, and wash. “Oh, definitely a success by Torchline’s rules.” He chuckles. People could be healed, and nobody died. Turning to look over at her as she cleans her portion of the wall, he brightens a bit more, flashing her his lopsided scarred smile. “Maybe I should try putting a bit more elbow grease into this instead of magic to make my side shine.” It’s a compliment to how clean her side is looking already compared to his – but he supposes his main goal is to scrub the thicker portion off before going over it to get the rest.
As for the void being gone, Sunjata can wholeheartedly agree, humming a sound of content. “Gods, it’s so nice to not flinch every time I look at someone who was infected.” A gut reaction he couldn’t snuff down regardless of how strong and powerful he became. Some things mentally couldn’t be removed.
And perhaps it adds to the fact that King’s End has become rather boring, without much else going for it or drama within. He rules it with ease, a breezy kind of hands half on and off mentality because even if it was civilized, it was still wild in parts and the people. “Ugh, she is.” He drawls a minor playful complaint. “I spent a lot of LongNight in the House of Midnight.” He admits a touch quieter, before he’s fully silent to listen to how Torchline was.
Reminiscing in the comfort of those LongNights versus being indoors like it is here, it helps his mood regarding the longest night to let him snort a response as he continues to scrub, carve, and wash. “Oh, definitely a success by Torchline’s rules.” He chuckles. People could be healed, and nobody died. Turning to look over at her as she cleans her portion of the wall, he brightens a bit more, flashing her his lopsided scarred smile. “Maybe I should try putting a bit more elbow grease into this instead of magic to make my side shine.” It’s a compliment to how clean her side is looking already compared to his – but he supposes his main goal is to scrub the thicker portion off before going over it to get the rest.
Sunjata
// gracing your skin with the side of my hand //
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.
