so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?
i can't open up to you
“It could be.” Worse, that is. Even though Sunjata can’t imagine a way it would be – after everything he’d strived to be in his life. Everything he’d wanted to do and become, how his life had shaped him into being someone that always gave himself away piece by piece like those that took from him might stay. It leaves a hollow shell of a demigod best known for sex, a coping mechanism to make sure he can at least feel something else other than his bones rattling against the nothingness.
He settles in front of Niki, the box handed over, and his steel gaze is a bit more like a storm cloud as he watches Niki open the box. “It’s hard and cold.” He agrees, petrification probably the best description for the mummified thing in the box. It’s reminiscent of a fish that’d been forgotten about, left to become bones at the bottom of the tank without anything else to come by and put it out of its misery the rest of the way.
“The rest of my heart is fine. Still beating. But feels less full, if that makes sense?” He asks, reaching up to rub at the side of his neck where a scar follows his main artery – one of the oldest ones on his body that’s visible only when in close proximity – pressing in briefly like he’s testing it just to make sure he can still feel it beat.
He settles in front of Niki, the box handed over, and his steel gaze is a bit more like a storm cloud as he watches Niki open the box. “It’s hard and cold.” He agrees, petrification probably the best description for the mummified thing in the box. It’s reminiscent of a fish that’d been forgotten about, left to become bones at the bottom of the tank without anything else to come by and put it out of its misery the rest of the way.
“The rest of my heart is fine. Still beating. But feels less full, if that makes sense?” He asks, reaching up to rub at the side of his neck where a scar follows his main artery – one of the oldest ones on his body that’s visible only when in close proximity – pressing in briefly like he’s testing it just to make sure he can still feel it beat.
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.
