// 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 //
”Okay.” She agrees, and it soothes some of the worries that have settled in his gut. But he focuses on her next comment, letting his gaze slip back over toward the honeybee youth, silver eyes shadowed by everything going on, darkened with the alcohol burning in his gut. “He’s making a shrine in the Climb.” He rumbles, keeping his arm tight around his leg as it remains drawn up, attention drifting away from her again as he goes to rest his forehead against his knee. “And I think… A portal to get to the Climb. So nobody will have to go through Halo anymore.” And despite the worries many had about the portals, Sunjata enjoyed them very much.
But then he’s letting his brows furrow together, eyes shutting tight and blocking out the light and other sights he might see, if only to think about what they could make for the bunker – how they might protect Nate in any way possible, by any means necessary. “I will.” He tells her quietly, his tattooed arm tightening around his leg with a bit of an instinctual tensing.
But then he’s letting his brows furrow together, eyes shutting tight and blocking out the light and other sights he might see, if only to think about what they could make for the bunker – how they might protect Nate in any way possible, by any means necessary. “I will.” He tells her quietly, his tattooed arm tightening around his leg with a bit of an instinctual tensing.
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.
