// i am the man we both couldn't stand. i can't wash the dirt from my hands. what was it like to feel in love?
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //
Quietly indulgent in the gentle little touches that Frey offers to him, Sunjata’s unsure of how his request will be received. Will it be seen as a means to try and avoid everything that’s hard, or a way to let loose as he intends on it being? So it’s with the quiet underlining anticipation of how the question could land either way that smooths out immediately with the warm laugh that curls around him just as warmly as his deity’s body does, the approving pat to his cheek sparking a brighter smile.
The vials appear in his visuals, eyes catching on them as he sees the oil slick hue within them, promising everything he’d been trying to search for over the past few weeks – all of the attempts and unknown amounts of Blue Torcher he’d downed just to chase after something he hasn’t had in so long.
“Just the fun parts.” He repeats, more to himself than anything else, reaching for the vials to turn over in his hands and look at, despite feeling Frey’s gaze on him. The suggestion that they offer, though, has his attention snapping up – like he’s been lost at sea and Frey’s thrown yet another buoy for him, one he latches onto almost immediately with a raise of his scarred brows. He doesn’t need to try them to know what kind of potential that particular bit of magic might have, and gods how he’d love to have such an ability. “What do I need to do for that?” He asks, the obvious answer feeding through his body to say yes, please, just tell me what to do.
The vials appear in his visuals, eyes catching on them as he sees the oil slick hue within them, promising everything he’d been trying to search for over the past few weeks – all of the attempts and unknown amounts of Blue Torcher he’d downed just to chase after something he hasn’t had in so long.
“Just the fun parts.” He repeats, more to himself than anything else, reaching for the vials to turn over in his hands and look at, despite feeling Frey’s gaze on him. The suggestion that they offer, though, has his attention snapping up – like he’s been lost at sea and Frey’s thrown yet another buoy for him, one he latches onto almost immediately with a raise of his scarred brows. He doesn’t need to try them to know what kind of potential that particular bit of magic might have, and gods how he’d love to have such an ability. “What do I need to do for that?” He asks, the obvious answer feeding through his body to say yes, please, just tell me what to do.
i am the shadow driving the hearse, what was it like to feel in love? what was it like to feel?
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.
