relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
Unable to relate to the heart comment, unfortunately, which is definitely something he’s been thinking about as of late, he’s content to sit there comfortably and watch as Niki ruffles his hand through his hair and lounges not unlike a coy and comfortable feline along the booth. “I guess you’ve got some magic.” He muses in response, because given Niki’s status as an Abandoned, he supposes it wouldn’t be that far from the truth, even if his magic had more to do with the deceased than the living sat across from him. “Trust me, if I had my choice I’d be where you are.” He tacks on – which is the whole point of this endeavor.
But still, Sunjata waits for the questions to fall, half expecting them to be something wryer and more playful. He cuts to the chase, though, to the scar on his face that’s gnarled and warped. And while he’s explained a lot of the scars that linger on his body, the ones on his face almost feel more personal because far less people ask about it.
He’s happy to answer regardless, though. “Oh it was very much on purpose.” He rolls his tattooed shoulder in a small shrug. “I got it in my final stand against my father. I challenged him to a Trial. Which, basically, was this horrible tradition we did when we were young, but only ever ended with one survivor.” He purses his lips slightly as he realizes it probably doesn’t inject anything warm and fuzzy into the conversation, but here he was. Alive and well. “I challenged him in Torchline on the cliffs over the Arclight. He got the upper hand at first because he was a fucking brute, but I won in the end. I didn’t get healing on it for a couple of days.. Ocean water isn’t exactly great for healing wounds.”
But still, Sunjata waits for the questions to fall, half expecting them to be something wryer and more playful. He cuts to the chase, though, to the scar on his face that’s gnarled and warped. And while he’s explained a lot of the scars that linger on his body, the ones on his face almost feel more personal because far less people ask about it.
He’s happy to answer regardless, though. “Oh it was very much on purpose.” He rolls his tattooed shoulder in a small shrug. “I got it in my final stand against my father. I challenged him to a Trial. Which, basically, was this horrible tradition we did when we were young, but only ever ended with one survivor.” He purses his lips slightly as he realizes it probably doesn’t inject anything warm and fuzzy into the conversation, but here he was. Alive and well. “I challenged him in Torchline on the cliffs over the Arclight. He got the upper hand at first because he was a fucking brute, but I won in the end. I didn’t get healing on it for a couple of days.. Ocean water isn’t exactly great for healing wounds.”
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
