now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
Upon leaving Phoebe’s the first time, he figures out who best it would be to make the rings. Initially he thinks of Deimos, how the man had crafted that gorgeous ebony bow for him after helping with the training grounds, surely he could help with rings at some sort of cost, right? He shifts into bird form, blue feathers taking him closer to the man’s home after attaining some directions, and when he reaches it he pauses at the edge of the property.
He doesn’t know anything about what’s happened elsewhere — other than Remi and Ronin are missing, Aoife is dead, and now he has this pit in his stomach at this situation he finds himself within. He wonders if it’s worth it to bother the man.
But he does anyway, approaching with hands shoved into his pockets, horns settled within the waves of his hair, trudging closer. “Deimos?” He calls out, trying to find the man and hope he’s not imposing, not bothering the Sword, his General.
He doesn’t know anything about what’s happened elsewhere — other than Remi and Ronin are missing, Aoife is dead, and now he has this pit in his stomach at this situation he finds himself within. He wonders if it’s worth it to bother the man.
But he does anyway, approaching with hands shoved into his pockets, horns settled within the waves of his hair, trudging closer. “Deimos?” He calls out, trying to find the man and hope he’s not imposing, not bothering the Sword, his General.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
