// 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 //
He looks at Melita as he asks his question, closed off and mind focused on what the implications of Finn asking of storms might be, when he sees it, when he tenses and his hand on his leg digs his nails in, staring at the door frame where the figure had gone through. Melita’s question is almost lost on him as he moves to stand, clearly distracted, stepping past her and the companions to search for the figure that passed in front of the office. “They are.” He agrees, his tone still distracted while his heart thunders in his chest.
“It’s a group of people determined to stop the Voice.” He half mutters, stepping past the threshold now to open the door to the offices and look into it in search of something. And when he finds nothing he sighs in his frustration, muscles feathering in his jaw. He moves back to the previous room, grabbing a glass and some whiskey and downing it surprisingly quick. “Sorry. Thought I saw something.” It comes out wearily, exhausted, Sunjata mentally sending Haai out to continue to scout if anyone else had gotten into the house.
“It’s a group of people determined to stop the Voice.” He half mutters, stepping past the threshold now to open the door to the offices and look into it in search of something. And when he finds nothing he sighs in his frustration, muscles feathering in his jaw. He moves back to the previous room, grabbing a glass and some whiskey and downing it surprisingly quick. “Sorry. Thought I saw something.” It comes out wearily, exhausted, Sunjata mentally sending Haai out to continue to scout if anyone else had gotten into the house.
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.
