// 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 //
“Could be.” Sunjata comments over whether or not there could be a thing as too many demigods. In his experience, most of them vanish or perish anyway, or move on to the higher gods – something of which Sunjata also can’t fathom. The few interactions with Rae he’s had have been far more clinical than anticipated, and for as much as Sunjata doesn’t want to admit he’s emotional at times, it definitely always seemed to put him on edge when talking to them.
He much prefers Frey, especially his aspect, which is probably for the better.
At the mention of the ducks, though, Sunjata rolls his eyes playfully and shoots Melita a playful glare. “It took me ages to clean up all those ducks, by the way.” He drawls, sighing before shaking his head. “I was channeled a couple of times during the war. Always to try and fuck up something.” A few seconds of blunt panic, of course, trying to take in what was going on before reacting and promptly vanishing again.
Mention of Noah and what not has Sunjata shrugging and downing the rest of his drink – always wishing it would do more than it did. “I don’t know. Probably war stuff, if I had to guess.” He could dwell on it for a while trying to figure out what happened, but to be honest? It doesn’t affect him that much. “Either way, I’ll probably never find out. I’m pretty sure Noah isn’t the biggest fan of me, especially now with the whole Ru thing..” His nose wrinkles before he sits up to snag his glass. “Anyone want anymore drinks?” He asks, looking to Iskra and Melita in turn.
He much prefers Frey, especially his aspect, which is probably for the better.
At the mention of the ducks, though, Sunjata rolls his eyes playfully and shoots Melita a playful glare. “It took me ages to clean up all those ducks, by the way.” He drawls, sighing before shaking his head. “I was channeled a couple of times during the war. Always to try and fuck up something.” A few seconds of blunt panic, of course, trying to take in what was going on before reacting and promptly vanishing again.
Mention of Noah and what not has Sunjata shrugging and downing the rest of his drink – always wishing it would do more than it did. “I don’t know. Probably war stuff, if I had to guess.” He could dwell on it for a while trying to figure out what happened, but to be honest? It doesn’t affect him that much. “Either way, I’ll probably never find out. I’m pretty sure Noah isn’t the biggest fan of me, especially now with the whole Ru thing..” His nose wrinkles before he sits up to snag his glass. “Anyone want anymore drinks?” He asks, looking to Iskra and Melita in turn.
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.
