// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //
There’s a hum of quiet amusement that leaves Sunjata on the subject of Vai, nodding to the dry humor that leaves Remi, before he’s nodding and awkwardly reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, running over a tattooed compass in the process. “It’s been a long time coming, really. Those are the good dreams.” He says with a wry smile, a shrug, before focusing on the subject of his father, letting that wry smile shift to something more akin to a grimace.
“It started off as visions but… He doesn’t look the same, the voice is the same but he’s different. I found him twice but without proof of anything? Torchline will think I’ve lost my mind more than they already do.” And are they wrong? Given his visions and otherwise haggard appearance while he’d been sleep deprived and drunk off his ass half a season? No. No they’re not.
Remi stands up straight when he mentions Ronin, however, and Sunjata’s gaze snaps to the Lullaby but remains silent. And perhaps it’s against his better judgement, but he takes a step toward the Lullaby, an extension of starting over hopefully coming across in his posture and his mind. “Doesn't mean the whole thing wasn't fucked up in the first place.” He offers casually, moving so that he stands beside Remi. “You and I especially, in order for him to have to make that choice.” His gaze flickers over to Remi briefly before he looks back out toward the storms in the distance. “I think we're a lot alike even if we go about things differently. We can be a bit... Volatile. But maybe, despite everything, we can start over again.” An olive branch extended in the hopes that it might work out at some point. If anything, it'd help the nightmares he knows will still plague him.
“It started off as visions but… He doesn’t look the same, the voice is the same but he’s different. I found him twice but without proof of anything? Torchline will think I’ve lost my mind more than they already do.” And are they wrong? Given his visions and otherwise haggard appearance while he’d been sleep deprived and drunk off his ass half a season? No. No they’re not.
Remi stands up straight when he mentions Ronin, however, and Sunjata’s gaze snaps to the Lullaby but remains silent. And perhaps it’s against his better judgement, but he takes a step toward the Lullaby, an extension of starting over hopefully coming across in his posture and his mind. “Doesn't mean the whole thing wasn't fucked up in the first place.” He offers casually, moving so that he stands beside Remi. “You and I especially, in order for him to have to make that choice.” His gaze flickers over to Remi briefly before he looks back out toward the storms in the distance. “I think we're a lot alike even if we go about things differently. We can be a bit... Volatile. But maybe, despite everything, we can start over again.” An olive branch extended in the hopes that it might work out at some point. If anything, it'd help the nightmares he knows will still plague him.
he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night
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.
