// i am the man we both couldn't stand. i can't wash the dirt from my hands. what was it like to feel in love?
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //
Amusement strikes him momentarily as he peers at the marks as Jack moves in such a way that he can get a full display, before settling back. And Sunjata’s gaze, slit steel of the dragon, linger on the captain’s face as he speaks. “Of course you did.” Sunjata rumbles, a snort slipping him in a plume of smoke. “So I’ve heard.” He comments about the other, doing his best to ensure that while his zoo of animals under his skin is known, that the new one he can feel stirring within him remains quite a secret.
He’s not sure how well he’d take to being called a ‘good dog’ after all, not in a position like he is. So that’s the one kept hidden, only for Nate.
But he focuses on his instincts instead, feeling that dark pull back to Korofi as he shakes his head and pushes away from it. “My instincts tell me I’m losing my mind.” He admits quietly. “That it’s not real, that it couldn’t be real, especially if nobody else has seen him. And coming from a place with no gods, it’s hard for me to assume it’s the them.” He sighs, pulling from the smoke again before discarding some ash into the ashtray. “I wish I could just block it out and ignore it but I can’t.” He doesn’t know how to.
He’s not sure how well he’d take to being called a ‘good dog’ after all, not in a position like he is. So that’s the one kept hidden, only for Nate.
But he focuses on his instincts instead, feeling that dark pull back to Korofi as he shakes his head and pushes away from it. “My instincts tell me I’m losing my mind.” He admits quietly. “That it’s not real, that it couldn’t be real, especially if nobody else has seen him. And coming from a place with no gods, it’s hard for me to assume it’s the them.” He sighs, pulling from the smoke again before discarding some ash into the ashtray. “I wish I could just block it out and ignore it but I can’t.” He doesn’t know how to.
i am the shadow driving the hearse, what was it like to feel in love? what was it like to feel?
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.
