don't you know i'm no good for you?
“Yeah.” It’s a quiet response, that both of them are gone. But at least they had departed within each other’s arms… Even if it didn’t make it better in the long run. Despite Loren’s hollow laughter, disbelief, whatever it was, Sunjata continues to stare at the mug. Each bruise along his body vividly in mind. “It happened fast, Loren. The companions got too close to it, it woke up. Peter was on his companion’s back.” The muscle feathers in his jaw as Loren’s head lands on the top of the bar.
“Of course it’s more death. When fucking isn’t it?” It comes out perhaps sharper than he intends, but Sunjata’s exhausted, emotionally, physically. Over everything at this moment. He downs the rest of his second drink before pinching the bridge of his nose, both elbows on the bar top. “We didn’t know.”
“Of course it’s more death. When fucking isn’t it?” It comes out perhaps sharper than he intends, but Sunjata’s exhausted, emotionally, physically. Over everything at this moment. He downs the rest of his second drink before pinching the bridge of his nose, both elbows on the bar top. “We didn’t know.”
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
