SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
“It was nice.” He agrees softly, a small smile tugging on his face as he realizes that despite the isolation that it seemed like Niki seemed to favor (if you looked on the outside of his glass house, that is), weren’t entirely the truth with how Niki seemed to favor seeing so many people. It’s something he can relate to, to an extent. Craving surrounding himself with people that warred against isolating himself.
He eyes the ring, however, snorting softly to hear that it was a bullied birthday gift. “Oh? When’s your birthday?” He asks, wondering if it was coming up or something far away – if Niki chose to celebrate it or not, like how Sunjata tended to forget his on occasion.
As for the next comment, well, it isn’t pity that leaves Sunjata’s lips. It’s a strange understanding that he can’t imagine what it was like to have that kind of injury but one that changed one’s life regardless. “We do.” He agrees with a lopsided smile, as though he can feel the tension in the room. “After I got this one, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to eat anything but soup for like a year.” Lifting his hand to his face where the scar bisects the tissue, cutting through the beard in a stark pale line.
He eyes the ring, however, snorting softly to hear that it was a bullied birthday gift. “Oh? When’s your birthday?” He asks, wondering if it was coming up or something far away – if Niki chose to celebrate it or not, like how Sunjata tended to forget his on occasion.
As for the next comment, well, it isn’t pity that leaves Sunjata’s lips. It’s a strange understanding that he can’t imagine what it was like to have that kind of injury but one that changed one’s life regardless. “We do.” He agrees with a lopsided smile, as though he can feel the tension in the room. “After I got this one, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to eat anything but soup for like a year.” Lifting his hand to his face where the scar bisects the tissue, cutting through the beard in a stark pale line.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
