// it's a lonely road, with one grip on several psalms and one grip on the gun
and it holds the rope, it spins me in circles and dizzies my head then says sleep when you're dead //
and it holds the rope, it spins me in circles and dizzies my head then says sleep when you're dead //
She doesn’t sit, instead arriving in a flurry and remaining standing, her gaze meeting his with a pinpointed sharpness that has him already internally sighing at it all. But he tries to calm down that thread of easy frustration he leans into so often lately, and remains seated, listening to her before his gaze finds the window again and he’s peering out at waves far away, watching them lap against one another in fraying splashes of blues and whites.
Melita paces and explains, and it isn’t something unusual until she mentions the name of who has been asking. His head whips back to her, steel gaze narrowing as he filters the name through his mind and comes up with a face and a job that worries him.
But he supposes if it were for the storms then that’s not… terrible. It’s not ‘how do we round up all the Ascended and murder them’ level yet. “Do you know anything about the Order?” It comes quietly, uncertainly, Sunjata drawing his legs up a bit more to close off a fraction more while he debates whether or not to get a drink while he settles with this information.
Melita paces and explains, and it isn’t something unusual until she mentions the name of who has been asking. His head whips back to her, steel gaze narrowing as he filters the name through his mind and comes up with a face and a job that worries him.
But he supposes if it were for the storms then that’s not… terrible. It’s not ‘how do we round up all the Ascended and murder them’ level yet. “Do you know anything about the Order?” It comes quietly, uncertainly, Sunjata drawing his legs up a bit more to close off a fraction more while he debates whether or not to get a drink while he settles with this information.
were you ever here? or just lost on the surface that at the first touch, evades in the dust?
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.
