// 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 //
She confirms that he isn’t going to hurt her feelings but Sunjata can still feel the twinge of regret that forms from having denied her, the brief realization that crossed over her face. She returns to his side but doesn’t take his arm yet — that’s fine, he understands, and they begin to walk back up the path toward Haulani with ease. “I do know where to find you.” He repeats, as much idle chatter as it is committing it to memory. Perhaps that’s better, after all. To part now and go be with his family. Still, it lingers, and he’s distracted enough as is to need to focus more on their surroundings and not inside his head as evidenced when his arm tenses when she finally decides to reach for it.
He relaxes it immediately, but there’s no doubt in the way they remain mostly parted, the heat and warmth radiating from him. The path takes them up to the center of Haulani, opposite to where the Haulani is, and Sunjata does his best to keep his face neutral — to keep from chewing on the inside of his ruined cheek, to keep from the brief lift of a grimace when he sees those still out and about that had only weeks before been calling for his head. He thinks he manages it despite it all. “It has been some time since we’ve all actually gotten to be together.” He offers the small talk easily, even if it’s delayed in when it arrives. “Given everything that’s happened.” His shoulder rises and falls in a shrug, but he casts his gaze back to her, searching for something though even he doesn’t know what.
He relaxes it immediately, but there’s no doubt in the way they remain mostly parted, the heat and warmth radiating from him. The path takes them up to the center of Haulani, opposite to where the Haulani is, and Sunjata does his best to keep his face neutral — to keep from chewing on the inside of his ruined cheek, to keep from the brief lift of a grimace when he sees those still out and about that had only weeks before been calling for his head. He thinks he manages it despite it all. “It has been some time since we’ve all actually gotten to be together.” He offers the small talk easily, even if it’s delayed in when it arrives. “Given everything that’s happened.” His shoulder rises and falls in a shrug, but he casts his gaze back to her, searching for something though even he doesn’t know what.
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.
