// 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 wants to tell her that he’s not fine, that he’s not okay or any of the sort. But given their recent argument, he stuffs it down, focuses on something else and closes himself off again when he realizes that the figure was just another shadow, another plaguing vision. “Thought I saw my father.” He admits, knowing how ridiculous it all was and yet still flinching away from it, pouring and downing one drink, before pouring the glass up again with another. Anything to numb or hide away the pain that man’s memory brought.
So he looks back at Melita with shadowed eyes, a tension to his jaw that he works at. It does no good beating around the bush with it, does it? “By taking her down and the Ascended with her.” Which implicates and harms the both of them, entangled by Nate, the one that was easily favored and chosen by both. “Rumor has it too that demi gods have been stationed around by their gods. Preparing for what I can only assume to be that war everyones been hinting at.” The war he’d been trying to avoid at all costs, only increased by the need of gods shuffling pawns. How one day soon, Sunjata might find himself having to choose.
So he looks back at Melita with shadowed eyes, a tension to his jaw that he works at. It does no good beating around the bush with it, does it? “By taking her down and the Ascended with her.” Which implicates and harms the both of them, entangled by Nate, the one that was easily favored and chosen by both. “Rumor has it too that demi gods have been stationed around by their gods. Preparing for what I can only assume to be that war everyones been hinting at.” The war he’d been trying to avoid at all costs, only increased by the need of gods shuffling pawns. How one day soon, Sunjata might find himself having to choose.
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.
