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
The question is kind of a yes or no, truthfully. But Sunjata considers it for a moment, before realizing what truly had him go to the gods entirely. “I wanted to be more than I was?” It comes out like a question, like he’s not sure if that’s a good enough answer. “So Safrin attuned me and I pledged myself to her awhile back. Said I’d be her dagger if she needed one.” Which she took to heart, it seems.
It has him a bit more nostalgic again, though, despite how he tries to hide it. “But Frey offered me everything.” He adds a second after. In terms of Frey picking right, though, Sunjata can’t help but to agree — he thinks he’s done well as their demigod, and he imagines if he didn’t he would’ve heard from them long before now.
“I think so, too.” He agrees just before his comment lands and the dark flush that burns across Niki’s face is impossible to miss. It’s something he can’t help but to lean into, that charming roguish smile tilting on his face that he aims directly toward the necromancer. “It’s only part of it. Unfortunately, I’m not having too many takers lately but I haven’t spent a whole lot of time there either.” He shrugs a tattooed shoulder, like it doesn’t bother him that much even if it kind of did. He had moved back in there, after all. And it was still a coping mechanism.
It has him a bit more nostalgic again, though, despite how he tries to hide it. “But Frey offered me everything.” He adds a second after. In terms of Frey picking right, though, Sunjata can’t help but to agree — he thinks he’s done well as their demigod, and he imagines if he didn’t he would’ve heard from them long before now.
“I think so, too.” He agrees just before his comment lands and the dark flush that burns across Niki’s face is impossible to miss. It’s something he can’t help but to lean into, that charming roguish smile tilting on his face that he aims directly toward the necromancer. “It’s only part of it. Unfortunately, I’m not having too many takers lately but I haven’t spent a whole lot of time there either.” He shrugs a tattooed shoulder, like it doesn’t bother him that much even if it kind of did. He had moved back in there, after all. And it was still a coping mechanism.
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.
