I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
As Nate recollects the spitting image, all Sunjata can do is stare briefly at Nate — trying to picture a different man, unable to come up with one just as Nate does to him. But their cheeks are pressed together and Sunjata’s nuzzling his head into Nate’s, an entirely feline gesture, with a ghost of a smile edging his lips. “I don’t think he had your tattoos, though.” He offers as some solace.
But then he’s explaining the restricted section, and Nate’s comment has Sunjata grinning. “Wasnt it?” A huff of breathy laughter leaves him. “Oh, it did. That plus knowing the plans ahead of time. My father, despite what he thought of himself, was incredibly predictable and emotionless. The resistance used to say that if you cut him he’d bleed oil.”
But then he’s explaining the restricted section, and Nate’s comment has Sunjata grinning. “Wasnt it?” A huff of breathy laughter leaves him. “Oh, it did. That plus knowing the plans ahead of time. My father, despite what he thought of himself, was incredibly predictable and emotionless. The resistance used to say that if you cut him he’d bleed oil.”
SUNJATA
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.
