// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
She hasn’t heard him wrong – though that’s just about as obvious as can be when he answers her confidently. He could explain the specifics, about the heart and the whole of how and why he’d given the Valkyrie it, how he’d received it when she’d given it back. It leaves him numb, though, in a way that he wishes the cigarettes hit harder than they did and the way that he wished that any normal proof alcohol might actually affect him one way or another.
He’s at a loss with it, though, not quite having found something that worked for him aside from wearing his armor on the outside. Even that hadn’t helped – being a demigod makes it so it seems unlikely for things to try and focus on him anyway for any kind of fight, so Sunjata’s been fully lacking in ways to actually try to deal with the internal struggle he’s facing.
Her hand extends toward him for the shake of the deal, though, and he takes it to shake her hand and seal their shared ownership over the club they both now own.
He draws quiet as he nibbles on the bacon she’d made, and he does admittedly look up at her a touch confused when she stands and beckons him toward the door of her home. “Eh, I’m sure they’re used to it.” He assures Colt, but he doesn’t deny her offer. He stands, taking one last drag off the cigarette and drops it, using his heel to stub it out before he’s following her inside. “So how’re you planning on making me not look so bad?” He raises his scarred brow toward her, a playful roguish smile crossing his face and lopsided because of the scar. It just adds to the charm he isn’t trying to portray, letting his curiosity get the best of him.
He’s at a loss with it, though, not quite having found something that worked for him aside from wearing his armor on the outside. Even that hadn’t helped – being a demigod makes it so it seems unlikely for things to try and focus on him anyway for any kind of fight, so Sunjata’s been fully lacking in ways to actually try to deal with the internal struggle he’s facing.
Her hand extends toward him for the shake of the deal, though, and he takes it to shake her hand and seal their shared ownership over the club they both now own.
He draws quiet as he nibbles on the bacon she’d made, and he does admittedly look up at her a touch confused when she stands and beckons him toward the door of her home. “Eh, I’m sure they’re used to it.” He assures Colt, but he doesn’t deny her offer. He stands, taking one last drag off the cigarette and drops it, using his heel to stub it out before he’s following her inside. “So how’re you planning on making me not look so bad?” He raises his scarred brow toward her, a playful roguish smile crossing his face and lopsided because of the scar. It just adds to the charm he isn’t trying to portray, letting his curiosity get the best of him.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
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.
