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
“Not as much as back home, thankfully. Everyone would’ve drowned probably.” He lets the soft laugh slip from his lips, moving past it to hear the surprise that leaves the necromancer’s lips. Nodding to that, because something about Ludo in particular spooked the shit out of him, Sunjata can understand why Niki wouldn’t have sought out the gods on their own. He’d been around Abandoned’s enough to know that it wasn’t very likely they’d get an answer anyway. “Is it something you want to do?” He asks curiously, not haing thought about it as of late given that he’s a demigod. But even still, the urge to talk about his god in particular is there as it always is beneath the pretty exterior Frey had helped keep in place.
His apology to the orphanage comment shrugged off, and for that answer Sunjata can’t help but to nod with a hint of understanding. Perhaps that makes it better – to never know what you’ve lost, so it can’t hurt the way his does. A father that hated him and a mother who’d given her life purely for Sunjata’s happiness. It’s a strange mix, one that he finds he tends to try nad seek out in others despite his best intentions.
He notes the fidgeting and he subconsciously mirrors it with the twist of his wedding ring, aiming to make the mood a bit brighter. “Whoever said life was easy is a liar, I’m pretty sure.” He agrees with a wry smile, one he aims lopsided toward Niki. “Are you happy being an undertaker’s apprentice?” He asks suddenly, as if it’s never really occurred to him whether it was something the abandoned chose or something he was forced into continuing.
His apology to the orphanage comment shrugged off, and for that answer Sunjata can’t help but to nod with a hint of understanding. Perhaps that makes it better – to never know what you’ve lost, so it can’t hurt the way his does. A father that hated him and a mother who’d given her life purely for Sunjata’s happiness. It’s a strange mix, one that he finds he tends to try nad seek out in others despite his best intentions.
He notes the fidgeting and he subconsciously mirrors it with the twist of his wedding ring, aiming to make the mood a bit brighter. “Whoever said life was easy is a liar, I’m pretty sure.” He agrees with a wry smile, one he aims lopsided toward Niki. “Are you happy being an undertaker’s apprentice?” He asks suddenly, as if it’s never really occurred to him whether it was something the abandoned chose or something he was forced into continuing.
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.
