// i'm not so good with tenses //
The very good scratches an itch in his brain that he hides with the huff of a soft laugh. The cup lifts again as he drains the last dregs of the coffee as the rain patters against the window again and Sunjata finds himself spending the moment to study Niki’s face as the abandoned continues.
He nods his understanding, a soft hum slipping from his throat. “I’m sure. You can be familiar with something but still have it fuck you over on occasion.” He’d grown up with the city at his heels and still managed to get turned around and lost in it on more than one occasion. It had been the bane of his existence on occasion, too. But it had also helped him slip away from his father, who suffered for much of the same reasoning of not quite knowing where every hidden alcove was despite his strong hold.
As for the gold, his smile turns a bit softer with the question before he shakes his head. “No, she lives in Torchline these days.” He really should go and see how she’s doing, he realizes. She’d been expecting the last time they talked and he’d been too caught up in everything else to reach out to her since then. Perhaps a letter would suffice for now, a thought that he tucks away in the far reaches of his mind.
He nods his understanding, a soft hum slipping from his throat. “I’m sure. You can be familiar with something but still have it fuck you over on occasion.” He’d grown up with the city at his heels and still managed to get turned around and lost in it on more than one occasion. It had been the bane of his existence on occasion, too. But it had also helped him slip away from his father, who suffered for much of the same reasoning of not quite knowing where every hidden alcove was despite his strong hold.
As for the gold, his smile turns a bit softer with the question before he shakes his head. “No, she lives in Torchline these days.” He really should go and see how she’s doing, he realizes. She’d been expecting the last time they talked and he’d been too caught up in everything else to reach out to her since then. Perhaps a letter would suffice for now, a thought that he tucks away in the far reaches of his mind.
the Heartless
// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //
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.
