// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
He can’t help but to laugh a little as Melita seems to reassure them that she could continue to bludgeon even after taking someone out – causing a playful little crooked smile to bloom on Sunjata’s face. “Wouldn’t it be more fun to hear them complain at first, though?” He isn’t sure which he’d prefer – though he wasn’t often in the camp of intentionally maiming someone anymore.
Once upon a time, sure, but the Heartless has long since changed, unless it came to beasts wandering in the wild. “Ugh, yeah, the daemons are pains in the asses.” Sunjata says, looking over at Iskra with an understanding glint in his gaze. It’s a thought that vanishes as he looks back over at Melita expectantly to hear what day she got, and honestly? It’s probably the best day to pick.
“Ugh, Friday is the best day.” He laments with an accented groan, huffing a laugh before the Heartless is offering little tidbits of drama, ones he doesn’t know the full amount of detail to, but enough that his smile can twitch toward conspiratory means when Iskra brings up a good point that Melita continues.
Confusion flares on his face for a moment, like he’s never really considered it. “I don’t… Think you can?” He asks – because something tells him Remi and Ronin would have retired ages ago if they could have from being Ludo and Safrin’s demigods rather than become the demigods for those herald’s larger counterparts. “But also… why would you?” He admits with a raise of his scarred brow, looking back at the two of them at a bit of a loss, because he couldn’t fathom not being a demigod anymore, truth be told.
Once upon a time, sure, but the Heartless has long since changed, unless it came to beasts wandering in the wild. “Ugh, yeah, the daemons are pains in the asses.” Sunjata says, looking over at Iskra with an understanding glint in his gaze. It’s a thought that vanishes as he looks back over at Melita expectantly to hear what day she got, and honestly? It’s probably the best day to pick.
“Ugh, Friday is the best day.” He laments with an accented groan, huffing a laugh before the Heartless is offering little tidbits of drama, ones he doesn’t know the full amount of detail to, but enough that his smile can twitch toward conspiratory means when Iskra brings up a good point that Melita continues.
Confusion flares on his face for a moment, like he’s never really considered it. “I don’t… Think you can?” He asks – because something tells him Remi and Ronin would have retired ages ago if they could have from being Ludo and Safrin’s demigods rather than become the demigods for those herald’s larger counterparts. “But also… why would you?” He admits with a raise of his scarred brow, looking back at the two of them at a bit of a loss, because he couldn’t fathom not being a demigod anymore, truth be told.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
