SUNJATA
The toast is one that Sunjata easily agrees with – downing the sip of the waterfall gin mix with more relief than even he’d like to admit, before he’s offering his congratulations to his fellow demigods for their new arrival on the way, growing safely in King’s End. And while he knows that the quest for the baby garden wasn’t one of his own, but it did have to pertain to his god as well as the fact it was his region. So he hopes that everything goes smoothly, well enough that there’s little to no issues for them to raise their Sprout.
“It’s cute.” Sunjata says by the mention of a nickname, a far more genuine and easy smile blooming on his face. It’s one that remains despite the confusion that flares as Kaisel begins to rummage through the onions and a part of him wonders if Kaisel’s lost his mind or if there was some strange tradition he doesn’t know about. It turns out it’s nothing like it, and with the explanation from the Accepted, Sunjata’s confusion softens into something charmed and sweet. It’s thoughtful, and what he knows of Flora he knows that she’ll absolutely cherish it.
Chiming his own little “aw,” as Ronin takes the orb and steps out. He sips from his cocktail as he waits, of absolutely little use when it came to cooking in the kitchen (if he was known for something else other than the things he’s done here in Caido, it’s the fact he can’t fucking cook). It gives him time to think about his own memories to use, though, flitting through a few – most of them relating to Jack as of late which doesn’t really seem like a good idea all things considering, so he picks one that while the memory sparks a strange sense within him that was probably more self deprecating, Flora had been radiant and amazing.
He glances over to see that Remi hasn’t left, but he’s polite enough to not look over and see what memory he’s chosen, instead waiting until he feels the Bastion’s eyes on him and he perks up a little, setting his glass down on the counter to cradle the orb in his hands. “Thanks.” He hums, taking it and stepping off to the side lest he bring the overall vibe down again with a memory that hinted at his now ex-fiancee.
Exhaling a slow sigh, he focuses on the orb and thinks back to when Flora had helped him put together the time he’d ask Hotaru for her hand – a little get together with Melita, the Doubletake, and himself, that had resulted in Flora testing out cocktails and having an insane amount of creativity he could only ever aspire to have. Flawless and brilliant, excited and happy, he fills the memory with how much it had meant to him that she’d done so much to send out the invites and put it all together to make the time he’d asked absolutely perfect.
Returning to the group, the orb in hand, he shoots a softer smile toward Kaisel as he goes to hand it back. “She’s gonna love it.” He murmurs softly, his steel gaze warm where it’s surrounded by dark bags of little sleep. But it’s no longer guarded like it had been before.
Sunjata’s memory is from where Flora had gotten him and Melita together to prep the Hanged Man for his proposal to Hotaru! [PQ][SE] fit for a queen
“It’s cute.” Sunjata says by the mention of a nickname, a far more genuine and easy smile blooming on his face. It’s one that remains despite the confusion that flares as Kaisel begins to rummage through the onions and a part of him wonders if Kaisel’s lost his mind or if there was some strange tradition he doesn’t know about. It turns out it’s nothing like it, and with the explanation from the Accepted, Sunjata’s confusion softens into something charmed and sweet. It’s thoughtful, and what he knows of Flora he knows that she’ll absolutely cherish it.
Chiming his own little “aw,” as Ronin takes the orb and steps out. He sips from his cocktail as he waits, of absolutely little use when it came to cooking in the kitchen (if he was known for something else other than the things he’s done here in Caido, it’s the fact he can’t fucking cook). It gives him time to think about his own memories to use, though, flitting through a few – most of them relating to Jack as of late which doesn’t really seem like a good idea all things considering, so he picks one that while the memory sparks a strange sense within him that was probably more self deprecating, Flora had been radiant and amazing.
He glances over to see that Remi hasn’t left, but he’s polite enough to not look over and see what memory he’s chosen, instead waiting until he feels the Bastion’s eyes on him and he perks up a little, setting his glass down on the counter to cradle the orb in his hands. “Thanks.” He hums, taking it and stepping off to the side lest he bring the overall vibe down again with a memory that hinted at his now ex-fiancee.
Exhaling a slow sigh, he focuses on the orb and thinks back to when Flora had helped him put together the time he’d ask Hotaru for her hand – a little get together with Melita, the Doubletake, and himself, that had resulted in Flora testing out cocktails and having an insane amount of creativity he could only ever aspire to have. Flawless and brilliant, excited and happy, he fills the memory with how much it had meant to him that she’d done so much to send out the invites and put it all together to make the time he’d asked absolutely perfect.
Returning to the group, the orb in hand, he shoots a softer smile toward Kaisel as he goes to hand it back. “She’s gonna love it.” He murmurs softly, his steel gaze warm where it’s surrounded by dark bags of little sleep. But it’s no longer guarded like it had been before.
Sunjata’s memory is from where Flora had gotten him and Melita together to prep the Hanged Man for his proposal to Hotaru! [PQ][SE] fit for a queen
we were young, dumb, taking our chance and making romance and breaking our promises
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
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.
