SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
A nod and a mock toast is granted toward Loren for the agreement on the training with their shifts, thinking nothing else of it other than practicing and training – though perhaps that’s a bit of naivety on his part. Still, he’s quietly surprised when Loren pulls out yet another flask and gods, was it an endless supply? How many was that now? His brow raises slightly but he says nothing, focusing on the task at hand with Maea rather than the other questions circulating his buzzed mind.
“The conversation.” He chuckles at the confusion. “Unless you mean that you kissed her too.” A dark brow raises toward him, the ghost of a questioning smile along his face. But why did it matter? Well, because that’s when Sunjata had told her of the kiss, that was when they had decided to give it a shot together. “Matters because that’s when we agreed to give it a try.” He shrugs. “She was quite upset at the time as I'm sure you're aware of.” A chuckle, and then he looks back out to the water.
“The conversation.” He chuckles at the confusion. “Unless you mean that you kissed her too.” A dark brow raises toward him, the ghost of a questioning smile along his face. But why did it matter? Well, because that’s when Sunjata had told her of the kiss, that was when they had decided to give it a shot together. “Matters because that’s when we agreed to give it a try.” He shrugs. “She was quite upset at the time as I'm sure you're aware of.” A chuckle, and then he looks back out to the water.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
