// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Her mockery of yOu HeArD mE goes unfortunately unnoticed, but he does see and appreciate the way she starts to go slower with the weaving of the flower crown so he can keep up. He mirrors her motions, listening as the conversation shifts toward less fun things – demigod responsibilities and the weight they had to bury for being so close to their gods. The bridge that they were between everyone and the divine.
“Isn’t that kinda Ludo’s thing, though?” He asks about her dicking around, but he does pause in the weaving of his flower crowns to glance over at her just in time to hear her blurt out that responsibilities suck ass which sparks a deep laugh of agreement and surprise from Sunjata’s throat. “Yeah. They really fuckin’ do.” He agrees, softening a little as he adds a darker flower to the side, weaving it in when he asks about Iskra and listens.
Nodding and pausing in his flower crown making, he tilts his head toward her. “It is. Even if it seems stupid. I’m pretty sure I learned that from you.” He nudges her lightly with his elbow before he picks up the flower crown again but doesn’t start on weaving a flower back into it yet. “I tried to keep things quiet for a while but it never did me any favors. Just dug myself a much deeper hole and had a harder time to get out of it.” He shrugs, his fingers running along the edge of the crown. “I’m always here, too, if you need to talk about any of it. I know what it’s like.”
“Isn’t that kinda Ludo’s thing, though?” He asks about her dicking around, but he does pause in the weaving of his flower crowns to glance over at her just in time to hear her blurt out that responsibilities suck ass which sparks a deep laugh of agreement and surprise from Sunjata’s throat. “Yeah. They really fuckin’ do.” He agrees, softening a little as he adds a darker flower to the side, weaving it in when he asks about Iskra and listens.
Nodding and pausing in his flower crown making, he tilts his head toward her. “It is. Even if it seems stupid. I’m pretty sure I learned that from you.” He nudges her lightly with his elbow before he picks up the flower crown again but doesn’t start on weaving a flower back into it yet. “I tried to keep things quiet for a while but it never did me any favors. Just dug myself a much deeper hole and had a harder time to get out of it.” He shrugs, his fingers running along the edge of the crown. “I’m always here, too, if you need to talk about any of it. I know what it’s like.”
the heartless
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
