my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
The okay makes it easier, makes Sunjata nod along with Amalia before he’s focusing back on his work – congratulating the Shield for her wedding and mentioning literally nothing of his own. He’s not sure how else to start up any small talk between them, unsure what has changed that’s made her so anxious to even approach to offer the help he’s needing.
Seems like it doesn’t matter much when there’s the crash of glass and Sunjata’s head snaps up – steel gaze flickering to the window – making note that it was one of the ones already broken. Means more work in the end, he supposes. But something about the way she’d previously thanked him leads him to think she might need to get out the aggression. She’s coiled and wound, and Sunjata can’t help but to not notice it.
“We’ll have to clean it up after, but you can punch out as many windows as you want.” He offers tentatively, a dark brow raised toward her after he’s considered the options. “Except these ones.” Does he dare to make a joke? An attempt? He swipes at the sealant before leaving it to dry, moving to stand and grab a broom to brush the broken bits of glass into a pile, awaiting the next. "And if you need a bag to punch out some of your frustrations, there's one down the street."
Seems like it doesn’t matter much when there’s the crash of glass and Sunjata’s head snaps up – steel gaze flickering to the window – making note that it was one of the ones already broken. Means more work in the end, he supposes. But something about the way she’d previously thanked him leads him to think she might need to get out the aggression. She’s coiled and wound, and Sunjata can’t help but to not notice it.
“We’ll have to clean it up after, but you can punch out as many windows as you want.” He offers tentatively, a dark brow raised toward her after he’s considered the options. “Except these ones.” Does he dare to make a joke? An attempt? He swipes at the sealant before leaving it to dry, moving to stand and grab a broom to brush the broken bits of glass into a pile, awaiting the next. "And if you need a bag to punch out some of your frustrations, there's one down the street."
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
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.
