SUNJATA
“Exactly.” Sunjata iterates again, some hint of exasperation hidden within his tone – though it’s hard to tell if its from the alcohol or the insanity of it all. But he draws quiet again, lifting the glass to down the rest of it as he listens – pausing to run his fingers along the sides of the glass as he mentions that Maea had jumped into the water while they were a good distance away. A low sigh leaves him through his lips and he can’t help the slight tilt of his head back toward the ceiling of the boxing ring.
“I don’t…” He begins before he trails off and shakes his head a small amount, a long and deep inhale that burns against the cuts to his stomach. “I don’t know why she would’ve thought jumping in was a good idea.” But then again, she’d done it when he’d been attacked by sharks. The scars of that encounter still cover his body, from his legs to his spine.
He doesn’t know what causes Remi’s attention to drop to the ground, before a quiet comment is granted and the glass lifted and Sunjata goes to add a bit more to the Alchemist’s glass and a bit more to his own. “At the end of the day, it is what is it.” He rumbles a bit haphazardly, a tilt of his head as he toasts back and takes a sip. “Nothing to change about it now.” No blame to be placed, either, aside from Maea herself. Perhaps that’s alleviating enough for Sunjata in itself.
“I don’t…” He begins before he trails off and shakes his head a small amount, a long and deep inhale that burns against the cuts to his stomach. “I don’t know why she would’ve thought jumping in was a good idea.” But then again, she’d done it when he’d been attacked by sharks. The scars of that encounter still cover his body, from his legs to his spine.
He doesn’t know what causes Remi’s attention to drop to the ground, before a quiet comment is granted and the glass lifted and Sunjata goes to add a bit more to the Alchemist’s glass and a bit more to his own. “At the end of the day, it is what is it.” He rumbles a bit haphazardly, a tilt of his head as he toasts back and takes a sip. “Nothing to change about it now.” No blame to be placed, either, aside from Maea herself. Perhaps that’s alleviating enough for Sunjata in itself.
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.
