// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
He drags from the cigarette, noticing the way her cheeks flush slightly before she speaks. And Sunjata settles in, leaning back on one starry tattooed arm, flicking some of the ash off his smoke from his other hand before he lifts it to his lips to remain there while he contemplates what she has to say. Haai is more than content to remain how she is, to soak up all the attention Maeve gives her, the griffin’s own little puffs of smoke leaving her maw as well to complete the trio.
The Flood regards her again when she speaks of meeting two people, of wanting a life full of love and a real family, to be wanted, and Sunjata has to look away quickly – back out into the waves. Because hadn’t that been all he’d wanted when he’d arrived? Before he got tangled up in gods and wars and leading.
Hell, if it weren’t for Nate he’d have probably flung himself into Apopo’s lava after the eruption.
But he quiets those thoughts, stares out back at the water until her words catch in her throat. “I’d bet that the further from the gods you are the less you’ll be involved.” He shrugs slightly. “Gives you time to go after that life and family you want.” He manages to tilt his head back her way, the compasses and scars on his neck disappearing under a thick cuff of scales. “What is it that you do, anyway? Is there a way you could step back from it to focus on… Distancing yourself, I guess?”
He doesn’t know the can of worms she might open up, but his gaze is steady as it is curious, his head angled just enough to keep the scarred half of his face mostly shadowed.
The Flood regards her again when she speaks of meeting two people, of wanting a life full of love and a real family, to be wanted, and Sunjata has to look away quickly – back out into the waves. Because hadn’t that been all he’d wanted when he’d arrived? Before he got tangled up in gods and wars and leading.
Hell, if it weren’t for Nate he’d have probably flung himself into Apopo’s lava after the eruption.
But he quiets those thoughts, stares out back at the water until her words catch in her throat. “I’d bet that the further from the gods you are the less you’ll be involved.” He shrugs slightly. “Gives you time to go after that life and family you want.” He manages to tilt his head back her way, the compasses and scars on his neck disappearing under a thick cuff of scales. “What is it that you do, anyway? Is there a way you could step back from it to focus on… Distancing yourself, I guess?”
He doesn’t know the can of worms she might open up, but his gaze is steady as it is curious, his head angled just enough to keep the scarred half of his face mostly shadowed.
some princes don't become kings
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.
