i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
“Technically…?” Sunjata murmurs, glancing over at his niece with a hint of amusement amongst the honesty of his answer. “I didn’t want to be living in the wilds anymore, really, so I picked King’s End. And for Frey? I wanted out of Safrin’s hold.” So technically, yes, it was for him. And it’s a realization he has as they walk and he explains it verbally, huffing a little puffy cloud to himself in a sigh when he realizes that Melita was right.
As for what he does all day for himself, that’s a question he has a poor answer for. “For myself? I.. hm.” He mutters, readjusting the mask so it doesn’t fall from his face. “I mean, I take clients at the House occasionally. And..” His brows and nose wrinkle as he comes up empty, fruitlessly shrugging his shoulders before her laugh is breaking from her laced in sarcasm.
Here, he does tug the scarf down only to petulantly stick his tongue out at her as she makes fun of his former moniker. But he tugs it back up and sighs dramatically, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, yeah.” He mutters, pinning her with a look shortly after. “I probably should’ve listened to you more.” Maybe he’d have saved himself a lot of heartache when he couldn’t see the roads in front of him himself.
As for what he does all day for himself, that’s a question he has a poor answer for. “For myself? I.. hm.” He mutters, readjusting the mask so it doesn’t fall from his face. “I mean, I take clients at the House occasionally. And..” His brows and nose wrinkle as he comes up empty, fruitlessly shrugging his shoulders before her laugh is breaking from her laced in sarcasm.
Here, he does tug the scarf down only to petulantly stick his tongue out at her as she makes fun of his former moniker. But he tugs it back up and sighs dramatically, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, yeah.” He mutters, pinning her with a look shortly after. “I probably should’ve listened to you more.” Maybe he’d have saved himself a lot of heartache when he couldn’t see the roads in front of him himself.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
