now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
Just more stubborn, maybe. Hits him and Sunjata can’t help but to let the soft laugh leave him, rolling his eyes a little as he lets it break some of the tension trying to build in his chest. “Don’t think you’ve known me long enough to know how stubborn I can be.” He touts to her, like it was a contest – trying to determine which one of them had gall and guts to be impossible.
But the tension returns, the honesty escaping Sunjata in ways that he feels that subconscious need to hide away and not admit these things – something he pushes through to prove to her that he can relate, but also because it did help to talk about it. And without Ru around right this moment, having not seen her since before LongNight? He thinks he’s had a pretty brave face about it. “And even worse when you can’t figure out what changed.” He sighs, his agreement with her notable in the heavier accent of his tone, sighing and noting when she covers her eyes, settled in his lap like they’re gossiping – even though the gossip was full of sorrow and uncertainty.
Turns out his previous comment is more relatable than even he expected, when she tells him that she fucked it up somehow. She doesn’t know how, just as he didn’t know how. He hadn’t gone and done what he’d done with Safrin. There was no rhyme or reason for the Valkyrie’s disappearance. She was just there, and then she wasn’t. And he’s not sure which is worse – having the closure or not.
Or whether he should spend the next however long panicking about finding her just as he’d found Lusea, destroyed and gone from the fight with the frost giant that had picked a fight with her. Another instance when he was nowhere around to help. “Lots of people want someone damaged.” Sunjata says matter-of-factly. “Y’know, ‘cause they think they can fix them. And when they can’t and the shards are still there, they wonder why they’re suddenly getting cut.” His nose wrinkles a little with the thought – because he knows from experience.
There had been those that wanted to fix him, to change him. There had also been those that had made him better and worse at times. At the end of the day, though, those ones understood. Sunjata, himself, had changed a lot over the years, but the razor sharp edges of the glass of his soul still drawing blood.
“Yeah, who wouldn’t be happy.” Sunjata says, a drawl full of sarcasm that he deliberately chooses not to be elaborating further on. But when that shudder of a laugh and the attempt at a genuine smile graces her face, he finds it reflecting a touch more fragile on his face. “Likewise, Pony.” Sunjata flashes her a wink with his own little short huff of a laugh – letting her words cement in him as much as they could.
But the tension returns, the honesty escaping Sunjata in ways that he feels that subconscious need to hide away and not admit these things – something he pushes through to prove to her that he can relate, but also because it did help to talk about it. And without Ru around right this moment, having not seen her since before LongNight? He thinks he’s had a pretty brave face about it. “And even worse when you can’t figure out what changed.” He sighs, his agreement with her notable in the heavier accent of his tone, sighing and noting when she covers her eyes, settled in his lap like they’re gossiping – even though the gossip was full of sorrow and uncertainty.
Turns out his previous comment is more relatable than even he expected, when she tells him that she fucked it up somehow. She doesn’t know how, just as he didn’t know how. He hadn’t gone and done what he’d done with Safrin. There was no rhyme or reason for the Valkyrie’s disappearance. She was just there, and then she wasn’t. And he’s not sure which is worse – having the closure or not.
Or whether he should spend the next however long panicking about finding her just as he’d found Lusea, destroyed and gone from the fight with the frost giant that had picked a fight with her. Another instance when he was nowhere around to help. “Lots of people want someone damaged.” Sunjata says matter-of-factly. “Y’know, ‘cause they think they can fix them. And when they can’t and the shards are still there, they wonder why they’re suddenly getting cut.” His nose wrinkles a little with the thought – because he knows from experience.
There had been those that wanted to fix him, to change him. There had also been those that had made him better and worse at times. At the end of the day, though, those ones understood. Sunjata, himself, had changed a lot over the years, but the razor sharp edges of the glass of his soul still drawing blood.
“Yeah, who wouldn’t be happy.” Sunjata says, a drawl full of sarcasm that he deliberately chooses not to be elaborating further on. But when that shudder of a laugh and the attempt at a genuine smile graces her face, he finds it reflecting a touch more fragile on his face. “Likewise, Pony.” Sunjata flashes her a wink with his own little short huff of a laugh – letting her words cement in him as much as they could.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
