you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes
murder and mercy rolled into one
A few nights of good sleep and he feels like he’s entirely a new man. But the previous months of coping and drinking and accidentally drugging himself have made him realize just how… out of shape he’s become. And since he’s here offering support for Nate, he’d rather be on his A-game as it was. So the Attuned makes his way to the barracks, a space he hasn’t been in quite some time. It looks roughly the same, but Sunjata’s come prepared, having brought the bow Deimos had made him here of all places as well as Safrin’s daggers sat at his hips.
He doesn’t realize that Wessex is here, however, not as he slips into the training area, flinching when he hears the thud of an arrow into wood. His head whips toward her, his heart thundering for a moment before it calms and he realizes it’s her. An attempt to swallow down his sudden panic works well enough that he can clear his throat as he inclines his head toward the Queen. “Hey Wessex.” He offers in greeting after she’s unleashed her second arrow, not wanting to interrupt her or somehow manage to get the arrow stuck in him.
“Want some company?” A raise of his brow is granted toward her, a crooked smile forming on his face.
He doesn’t realize that Wessex is here, however, not as he slips into the training area, flinching when he hears the thud of an arrow into wood. His head whips toward her, his heart thundering for a moment before it calms and he realizes it’s her. An attempt to swallow down his sudden panic works well enough that he can clear his throat as he inclines his head toward the Queen. “Hey Wessex.” He offers in greeting after she’s unleashed her second arrow, not wanting to interrupt her or somehow manage to get the arrow stuck in him.
“Want some company?” A raise of his brow is granted toward her, a crooked smile forming on his face.
which way is up?
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.
