so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
“No, no. That was much harder there.” Sunjata says with a quiet nostalgic laugh. “We didn’t have gods. We had saints that we believed in, but nothing concrete.” In fact, he’d been named after one of them, but none had actually ever shown up – if they had, Sunjata imagines perhaps his father might not have had so much influence if there was something godly enough and willing to help keep such terrible things from happening to people.
Settling a little more into the chair, Sunjata looks back to Niki when he mentions the underbelly, before his head tilts to look at the window displaying the better parts of Korofi that could be seen from his mansion of a home and the library they sit in which was within it. “Extremely different. We had a lot of poverty. Like.. A lot of it.” His nose wrinkles as he sighs quietly. “My father was nobility, though, so I didn’t really experience it until I was older.” He’d experienced the lack of things elsewhere in his childhood – the disinterest, the unattachment, the abuse, but at least he’d never had to wonder where home was. It was always there, whether or not he was able to stay in his threadbare room or wherever else Shaju chose to punish him for the night.
Shaking his head from those thoughts, the rain does pour heavier outside as if he’d subconsciously added more dreariness to it. “I don’t think many have.” He admits, looking back over to Niki with a brighter smile, shaking himself of the rest of the somber vibe he’d encased himself with. “It does look pretty though, especially at sunset during a break in the rain.”
Settling a little more into the chair, Sunjata looks back to Niki when he mentions the underbelly, before his head tilts to look at the window displaying the better parts of Korofi that could be seen from his mansion of a home and the library they sit in which was within it. “Extremely different. We had a lot of poverty. Like.. A lot of it.” His nose wrinkles as he sighs quietly. “My father was nobility, though, so I didn’t really experience it until I was older.” He’d experienced the lack of things elsewhere in his childhood – the disinterest, the unattachment, the abuse, but at least he’d never had to wonder where home was. It was always there, whether or not he was able to stay in his threadbare room or wherever else Shaju chose to punish him for the night.
Shaking his head from those thoughts, the rain does pour heavier outside as if he’d subconsciously added more dreariness to it. “I don’t think many have.” He admits, looking back over to Niki with a brighter smile, shaking himself of the rest of the somber vibe he’d encased himself with. “It does look pretty though, especially at sunset during a break in the rain.”
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.
