so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
“Convenience, mostly.” He pauses, sure that what he says next probably won’t make any sense to Niki, but he tries anyway. “We had trains which were like self-powered wagons on tracks, cars you drove yourself to get places. Planes which were like mechanical versions of skyships.” He nods toward the window as he changes the view a bit – still raining, but this time it shows a street with the cars in question, lights bright along the street despite the downpour and a variety of skyscrapers littering the sky across the water, fogged and hidden from seeing their full height but still lit up brightly despite it like little beacons in the night. “Everything you needed was pretty much there or you could get there quickly.” He considers it for a moment before he looks back at Niki and smiles. “Maybe it wasn’t really easier but it was familiar?” Like how he might think Caido worked normally if he’d been born here, how magic and gods had made the impossible possible.
At the next question, though, his grey gaze focuses back on the necromancer – listening for the question that starts off in a way that has some amount of apprehension growing in his throat, a breath held there as he waits for something awful to be asked or said. And thankfully, his anxiety had made it out to be worse than what he’d originally thought, so the breath passes his lips in a soft sigh, a shake of his head, the smile still lingering even if it seems a little further away now.
“The Heartless. Yeah.” Wincing slightly, he rolls a shoulder in the shrug. “I uh.. I was engaged. And prior to that, she and I had a history that was a bit rocky so I thought maybe I’d take some initiative and not have her question where my love was.” It sounds stupid the longer he says it – like he’d hoped it’d work out differently than it always did for him, only to be surprised yet again that it didn’t work. “So I asked Frey to make a heart that had my romantic feelings in it and gave it to her.” This part does sound romantic, but Sunjata looks away from Niki back to the window, a hand lifting to run through his hair and through the few greys that have appeared over the years in the waves. “It… well.. It died. I broke off the engagement and eventually I’ll go and get it fixed, I just haven’t been in the right spot yet to do it.” He forces himself to look back at Niki, his hand falling to the back of his neck to rub at the muscle there, tugging at the tattoos on the sides of his neck in the process. “Word travels fast, though.”
At the next question, though, his grey gaze focuses back on the necromancer – listening for the question that starts off in a way that has some amount of apprehension growing in his throat, a breath held there as he waits for something awful to be asked or said. And thankfully, his anxiety had made it out to be worse than what he’d originally thought, so the breath passes his lips in a soft sigh, a shake of his head, the smile still lingering even if it seems a little further away now.
“The Heartless. Yeah.” Wincing slightly, he rolls a shoulder in the shrug. “I uh.. I was engaged. And prior to that, she and I had a history that was a bit rocky so I thought maybe I’d take some initiative and not have her question where my love was.” It sounds stupid the longer he says it – like he’d hoped it’d work out differently than it always did for him, only to be surprised yet again that it didn’t work. “So I asked Frey to make a heart that had my romantic feelings in it and gave it to her.” This part does sound romantic, but Sunjata looks away from Niki back to the window, a hand lifting to run through his hair and through the few greys that have appeared over the years in the waves. “It… well.. It died. I broke off the engagement and eventually I’ll go and get it fixed, I just haven’t been in the right spot yet to do it.” He forces himself to look back at Niki, his hand falling to the back of his neck to rub at the muscle there, tugging at the tattoos on the sides of his neck in the process. “Word travels fast, though.”
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.
