so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
“Mhm.” Sunjata answers easily as they wander through the library crafted of memories and adjustments. A small smile tugs on his lips to be able to explain it. “It’s the world I’m from. Well… My country, I guess? Specifically?” He tilts his head as he thinks about it before bypassing it completely to huff a soft laugh at the answer. “Oh trust me, you could open one of these books and find them blank, too.” He barely remembers most of the titles, too, a lot of them jumbled Korofi to give the appearance of normalcy for something entirely conjured.
He lingers by the chair as Petronella plays with the lamp, already used to the fact that things changed rapidly and finding a way to make it fun regardless. What Sunjata doesn’t expect, however, is for Niki’s thoughts to work on the chair he’s currently standing by – and before his very eyes (and touch), the chair shifts and changes, the rich green fabric soft and matches the footstool. As Niki approaches, Sunjata’s grin brightens – lopsided and full of easy wonder.
He steps to the side of it to inspect it more fully, before he gestures to it. “Try it out. Looks really comfy.” As if saying so, Sunjata makes another chair at the table look similar to Niki’s creation but adorned in a deep blue fabric and without the footstool, plopping down in it comfortably and stretching out his long legs.
He lingers by the chair as Petronella plays with the lamp, already used to the fact that things changed rapidly and finding a way to make it fun regardless. What Sunjata doesn’t expect, however, is for Niki’s thoughts to work on the chair he’s currently standing by – and before his very eyes (and touch), the chair shifts and changes, the rich green fabric soft and matches the footstool. As Niki approaches, Sunjata’s grin brightens – lopsided and full of easy wonder.
He steps to the side of it to inspect it more fully, before he gestures to it. “Try it out. Looks really comfy.” As if saying so, Sunjata makes another chair at the table look similar to Niki’s creation but adorned in a deep blue fabric and without the footstool, plopping down in it comfortably and stretching out his long legs.
me and my friends are lonely
i always figured i'd be the one to die alone
SUNJATA
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.
