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
“Yeah, he is.” Sunjata agrees with that easy smile shifting toward something a touch smaller, almost strained if one has enough of a trained eye to see it. He doesn’t have anything against Deimos, not anymore at least, but he does wonder how he’ll take the news when it spreads. The Heartless isn’t sure whether or not there’d be some empathy left for him from the Sword or not.
He pushes all of that aside in order to focus on his clumsy attempt to flirt back with Niki, to make it blatant that he is interested if the necromancer is, but it seems he’s quite rusty at this game these days. Especially when it becomes clear that Niki almost seems to brace himself, to pull himself together and pretend his face wasn’t a shade of crimson that could’ve matched the Cataract.
The question takes him by surprise, on the back foot as he huffs a little sound and subconsciously straightens too. “I.. No, that’s not what I meant.” He isn’t sure whether or not he can backtrack entirely, far too late for that now. But it’s with his grey gaze that meets the other man’s blues that Sunjata tries to explain so Niki might put that shield down before it smacks the Archon in the face. “I must’ve misread the room. I’m sorry.” It’s an apologetic smile sent Niki’s way, one that has him looking away from the other man at last to get his thoughts together.
“I’ve always been shitty at wording things.” If Niki didn’t know it before, well, he’ll likely find out with how much of a hole he’s currently digging himself into.
He pushes all of that aside in order to focus on his clumsy attempt to flirt back with Niki, to make it blatant that he is interested if the necromancer is, but it seems he’s quite rusty at this game these days. Especially when it becomes clear that Niki almost seems to brace himself, to pull himself together and pretend his face wasn’t a shade of crimson that could’ve matched the Cataract.
The question takes him by surprise, on the back foot as he huffs a little sound and subconsciously straightens too. “I.. No, that’s not what I meant.” He isn’t sure whether or not he can backtrack entirely, far too late for that now. But it’s with his grey gaze that meets the other man’s blues that Sunjata tries to explain so Niki might put that shield down before it smacks the Archon in the face. “I must’ve misread the room. I’m sorry.” It’s an apologetic smile sent Niki’s way, one that has him looking away from the other man at last to get his thoughts together.
“I’ve always been shitty at wording things.” If Niki didn’t know it before, well, he’ll likely find out with how much of a hole he’s currently digging himself into.
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.
