so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
“Yeah, exactly.” Sunjata says with a small crooked smile. “We called them skyscrapers.” Which is a bit self explanatory. They were tall enough to scrape the sky – to be the spot from which they could watch the world move on like ants from down below. It was invigorating as much as it was dreadful.
As for staying in bad circumstances because it was comfortable, it makes him wonder if maybe that’s why he’d stayed the same for so long. Why he didn’t want to change too much, because changing everything meant forgetting the little things that were good. And gods knew that Sunjata didn’t need any more trouble forgetting things these days. “Yeah, there definitely is.” It’s a wise thing to hear and something that’s made him consider his circumstance a little differently.
Maybe it wasn’t so much that his heart was dead that things had been off for a while. Maybe it was the fact that he’d put up with so much just because it was comfortable and he knew her and knew what to expect. Like when he’d told Isla he didn’t want to love anyone else again, didn’t think he could, because those that had rooted in his heart would always be there.
Maybe that was the comfort he sought at the time, only to end with the same result.
“It’s a little ironic, isn’t it?” Sunjata says with a snort, hiding the wince with the way he shakes his head and turns to look back at Niki. “Yeah, I didn’t know it at first either until I asked for it back. Realized it when I opened it.” Which had only cemented it. As for it dying and it being difficultor fascinating, pick your poison, Sunjata shrugs. “It is and it isn’t. It sucks to not feel anything but maybe that’s easier given my track record.” He realizes he’s turned the tone down again, jaw working for a moment before he decides to shift into something else drastically.
Melita and Iskra hadn’t wanted to see the heart, but maybe Niki would. “I have it if you want to see it?” He figures Niki might be more inclined to take a look given the funeral parlor he has.
As for staying in bad circumstances because it was comfortable, it makes him wonder if maybe that’s why he’d stayed the same for so long. Why he didn’t want to change too much, because changing everything meant forgetting the little things that were good. And gods knew that Sunjata didn’t need any more trouble forgetting things these days. “Yeah, there definitely is.” It’s a wise thing to hear and something that’s made him consider his circumstance a little differently.
Maybe it wasn’t so much that his heart was dead that things had been off for a while. Maybe it was the fact that he’d put up with so much just because it was comfortable and he knew her and knew what to expect. Like when he’d told Isla he didn’t want to love anyone else again, didn’t think he could, because those that had rooted in his heart would always be there.
Maybe that was the comfort he sought at the time, only to end with the same result.
“It’s a little ironic, isn’t it?” Sunjata says with a snort, hiding the wince with the way he shakes his head and turns to look back at Niki. “Yeah, I didn’t know it at first either until I asked for it back. Realized it when I opened it.” Which had only cemented it. As for it dying and it being difficult
Melita and Iskra hadn’t wanted to see the heart, but maybe Niki would. “I have it if you want to see it?” He figures Niki might be more inclined to take a look given the funeral parlor he has.
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.
