SUNJATA
Sunjata’s a bit past the anger reaching him, he’s had his time to burn and meld, self-destruct and build back up. “Exactly.” And Maea had never asked him to give her up, just to… Make room. Which was hard enough on its own. But to have memories and last words held hostage by the one person who could give them because he couldn’t get over it? It was fucked up. He clenches his jaw lightly, rolling the glass between his hands.
“She was her friend I guess.” He offers, though it’s no explanation. There’s a hint of a sneer in his voice with it. “She reached into me, you know. Grabbed my soul and yanked me around, telling me that she could kill me if she wanted to.” His head tilts thoughtfully with that. “That someone still in love with the dead wasn’t truly living.” But Sunjata, certainly, was living. He had a heartbeat and a life, breath in his lungs.
But there’s a dark chuckle that leaves him at the mention of what all Jigano had to say about it. A shake of his head is granted, pausing to down the rest of his drink as he considers what Remi has to say, the frustration palpable. “It was still her choice. And it was her fault that she went on it.” Sunjata agrees. “I’m just tired of everyone blaming me for it when I didn’t even know. I found out… What, a day before I found Ronin in the boxing ring with Seren? And that was how long after?” His lip feathers slightly as he huffs out a sigh. “All I want, is to just live my life. Fuck what everyone else thinks.” He’s over it, done being the scapegoat for reasons he can’t control.
“She was her friend I guess.” He offers, though it’s no explanation. There’s a hint of a sneer in his voice with it. “She reached into me, you know. Grabbed my soul and yanked me around, telling me that she could kill me if she wanted to.” His head tilts thoughtfully with that. “That someone still in love with the dead wasn’t truly living.” But Sunjata, certainly, was living. He had a heartbeat and a life, breath in his lungs.
But there’s a dark chuckle that leaves him at the mention of what all Jigano had to say about it. A shake of his head is granted, pausing to down the rest of his drink as he considers what Remi has to say, the frustration palpable. “It was still her choice. And it was her fault that she went on it.” Sunjata agrees. “I’m just tired of everyone blaming me for it when I didn’t even know. I found out… What, a day before I found Ronin in the boxing ring with Seren? And that was how long after?” His lip feathers slightly as he huffs out a sigh. “All I want, is to just live my life. Fuck what everyone else thinks.” He’s over it, done being the scapegoat for reasons he can’t control.
we were young, dumb, taking our chance and making romance and breaking our promises
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
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.
