if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
“True.” Sunjata says with a snort, nodding as he starts to continue to fuck around with the crowds below until it loses its benefit and the attention becomes a little too close to being where they are. The water magic is gone, winked out into nothing as he explains the story about the Pegasus feather.
When she says it was kind of him, he shrugs a little and shoots her a softer smile. “Felt like the least I could do, really.” Given everything. So he draws silent to let her explain how she met him, knowing all too well what it was like for timing to not be right and understanding it more between them when she explains that he disappeared – a certain kind of commonality between the fragments of Iskra versus Hotaru.
He doesn’t know the Abandoned all that well, but he gets the feeling that he isn’t quite like Ru in the fact that he wouldn’t just leave without saying anything. So he nods, nudges her with his elbow and settles. “I know. I’m glad you two were able to reconnect.” And he means it, too, because that kind of thing was all too rare.
Eyeing the crowds below as normalcy takes over again, Sunjata takes a deep breath and descends into making plans for grabbing a coffee or tea somewhere and changing their location of harassing to complete the day in Stormbreak.
- FIN
When she says it was kind of him, he shrugs a little and shoots her a softer smile. “Felt like the least I could do, really.” Given everything. So he draws silent to let her explain how she met him, knowing all too well what it was like for timing to not be right and understanding it more between them when she explains that he disappeared – a certain kind of commonality between the fragments of Iskra versus Hotaru.
He doesn’t know the Abandoned all that well, but he gets the feeling that he isn’t quite like Ru in the fact that he wouldn’t just leave without saying anything. So he nods, nudges her with his elbow and settles. “I know. I’m glad you two were able to reconnect.” And he means it, too, because that kind of thing was all too rare.
Eyeing the crowds below as normalcy takes over again, Sunjata takes a deep breath and descends into making plans for grabbing a coffee or tea somewhere and changing their location of harassing to complete the day in Stormbreak.
- FIN
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.
