SUNJATA
i heard you telling lies
i heard you say you weren't born of our blood
i heard you say you weren't born of our blood
Oh he’s so fucked.
He’s so so so so so fucked.
Literally? Figuratively? Both.
He’s managed to try and put himself together, to swallow down everything that had happened, to take a moment to simply try to understand what he’d agreed to and how it had gotten so out of hand. A moment to curse himself out for falling into that same spiralled trap again. But it’s too late now. It’s too late.
Actions do have consequences, after all, and Sunjata may be many things but he’s never been one to keep things to himself. No. He’s always been the type to immediately own up to his actions. And this one? This one is huge. Of course he remembers the vows he’s made, another point of cursing himself out for thinking he’s gotten better at keeping his promises. But he hasn’t.
He probably never will.
Fuck, he’s fucked up.
He flies home, on the wings of a bat, opening the door and praying that Hotaru isn’t immediately behind it. She isn’t, thankfully, and he doesn’t know if Nate’s returned from his trip to the Grounds or not. So he does the first thing that comes to mind, he heads directly for the liquor in the kitchen, pours himself a rather full glass of something strong, something dark, and slams it down.
He’s so so so so so fucked.
Literally? Figuratively? Both.
He’s managed to try and put himself together, to swallow down everything that had happened, to take a moment to simply try to understand what he’d agreed to and how it had gotten so out of hand. A moment to curse himself out for falling into that same spiralled trap again. But it’s too late now. It’s too late.
Actions do have consequences, after all, and Sunjata may be many things but he’s never been one to keep things to himself. No. He’s always been the type to immediately own up to his actions. And this one? This one is huge. Of course he remembers the vows he’s made, another point of cursing himself out for thinking he’s gotten better at keeping his promises. But he hasn’t.
He probably never will.
Fuck, he’s fucked up.
He flies home, on the wings of a bat, opening the door and praying that Hotaru isn’t immediately behind it. She isn’t, thankfully, and he doesn’t know if Nate’s returned from his trip to the Grounds or not. So he does the first thing that comes to mind, he heads directly for the liquor in the kitchen, pours himself a rather full glass of something strong, something dark, and slams it down.
i know we're the crooked kind
but you're crooked too, boy, and it shows
but you're crooked too, boy, and it shows
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.
