if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
“Awesome.” Sunjata hums with a soft laugh and a nod, lips quirking into a small smile as Melita offers a very good option. Brightening already with the prospect despite the frustration that lingers in his chest, Sunjata nods his agreement again. “That sounds great. Maybe we can do it after the rodeo so she doesn’t have a reason to kill me.” Or at least, try to. He was immortal after all and very few people knew the actual limitations of his immortality.
His gaze drifts down to the crowds below them and the shimmering water at their fingertips, her apology meeting the same thought line that his own had been ramping toward day after day. “It’s not your fault.” He says instead – because it wasn’t. And at the end of the day, he didn’t think it was his fault either. It was just the reality of what it was – maybe he wasn’t cut out for love, tried his hand too many times only to watch it crumble again and again.
Dropping more water down upon unsuspecting people, Sunjata does tilt his ear toward her when she shrugs and says it wasn’t fair – something resonating in him that seems to completely coincide. “Not a lot of things are.” He admits. Especially in Sunjata’s life, where the fairness of things had always tended to be at an all time low.
His gaze drifts down to the crowds below them and the shimmering water at their fingertips, her apology meeting the same thought line that his own had been ramping toward day after day. “It’s not your fault.” He says instead – because it wasn’t. And at the end of the day, he didn’t think it was his fault either. It was just the reality of what it was – maybe he wasn’t cut out for love, tried his hand too many times only to watch it crumble again and again.
Dropping more water down upon unsuspecting people, Sunjata does tilt his ear toward her when she shrugs and says it wasn’t fair – something resonating in him that seems to completely coincide. “Not a lot of things are.” He admits. Especially in Sunjata’s life, where the fairness of things had always tended to be at an all time low.
with wings that burn and boys who fall
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.
