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
Finding the humor in the dark smile as his gaze drops to the leg brace, it gives Sunjata a moment to let his smile quirk playfully. “No?” He asks, surprised and a touch sarcastic. He hadn’t been a good swimmer to start with either, especially not once he’d broken his leg in his youth. But since then, he’d managed to learn well despite it – though some of it does help in having water magic. If nothing else he can figure out how to get himself from point A to point B.
“I thought that too, before. I was accepted when I arrived. Between Safrin at the time and Frey now, I found that they don’t mind listening to my bullshit.” And he’d gone through the great debate to be something more, unable to choose at the time between Attuned and Ascended. Eventually, though, the attuned had won out, and when he’d originally thought he was going to meet with Frey to have them change him entirely, it was Safrin that had answered with a kiss and a macaw shift to burrow into his skin.
Quietly grateful for the conversation, lest he might dwell on the subject of Safrin amongst everything else that’s happened currently, he latches onto the comment and the reminder that the man he’d apprenticed under had passed, Sunjata’s lips quirk a bit more playful. “Like raising up dead things?” He suggests to the comment of among other things, but his initial question still remains. “Are you happy doing that? The tinkering and other things?”
“I thought that too, before. I was accepted when I arrived. Between Safrin at the time and Frey now, I found that they don’t mind listening to my bullshit.” And he’d gone through the great debate to be something more, unable to choose at the time between Attuned and Ascended. Eventually, though, the attuned had won out, and when he’d originally thought he was going to meet with Frey to have them change him entirely, it was Safrin that had answered with a kiss and a macaw shift to burrow into his skin.
Quietly grateful for the conversation, lest he might dwell on the subject of Safrin amongst everything else that’s happened currently, he latches onto the comment and the reminder that the man he’d apprenticed under had passed, Sunjata’s lips quirk a bit more playful. “Like raising up dead things?” He suggests to the comment of among other things, but his initial question still remains. “Are you happy doing that? The tinkering and other things?”
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.
