relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
Sunjata had never really been one to find himself close to the spirits. Too worried about what kinds of unrest might strike from histories he had hands in – too nervous about the reactions of those he’d lost that he made lanterns for and carried them around as ghosts in his heart everywhere he went. So as Kipper greets him and gestures to the potential spirits lurking about, Sunjata nods. He supposes it was up to Kipper and Mort at the end of the day.
And besides, Sunjata had always been more of Freys nature – fun, impulsivity, enjoying life rather than the rest of it. But, happy that things are relatively fine for the moment at least, he shoots him a lopsided smile as he approaches a bit closer for the ease of conversation. The scar that cuts through his cheek is gnarled and warped and affects some of the muscle tissue there, though the Heartless hardly seems to notice it these days in his lopsided smiles. “Things are good. We’re almost done with the healing river, then things should kind of even out. Shouldn’t need to dig up anything close to the graves for the near future.” Luckily in trenching out where the river would go, they’d managed to avoid the vast majority of the graves with spirits still attracted to them.
“Hoping it warms up soon, though.” He admits, looking away from Kip to the Barrows around them and the frost still clinging to them, sparkling in the light of the day.
And besides, Sunjata had always been more of Freys nature – fun, impulsivity, enjoying life rather than the rest of it. But, happy that things are relatively fine for the moment at least, he shoots him a lopsided smile as he approaches a bit closer for the ease of conversation. The scar that cuts through his cheek is gnarled and warped and affects some of the muscle tissue there, though the Heartless hardly seems to notice it these days in his lopsided smiles. “Things are good. We’re almost done with the healing river, then things should kind of even out. Shouldn’t need to dig up anything close to the graves for the near future.” Luckily in trenching out where the river would go, they’d managed to avoid the vast majority of the graves with spirits still attracted to them.
“Hoping it warms up soon, though.” He admits, looking away from Kip to the Barrows around them and the frost still clinging to them, sparkling in the light of the day.
the heartless
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.
