SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Aurelia’s smile is confirmation enough that it would be a good idea. If anything, Sunjata thinks it might help protect her. He doesn’t dare think of there being a target on her back, not with the way Torchline has begun to fall back into line, not with the way Safrin was Kamaria’s mother, not with the way he was a dragon. She’d be protected, and if nothing else? Sunjata plans on a chat with Jack soon as they return from their voyage out to sea, if only to ensure more protection for his daughter.
The mention of Safrin being happy to hear from him has him humming a quiet thought. “I hope so.” He says quietly, grimacing slightly. “One of her daughters, actually. Seren is her half-sister, from Ronin.” He informs thoughtfully, recalling the young demigod and wondering where she’s gone off to. As far as he knows, she’s still sequestered in the stars, away from trouble, keeping Ronin mostly sane.
The agreement of telling the world of his daughter has him nodding along, though. It didn’t do any good to keep her a secret, and if anything it might prove more difficult with time. “She’s wonderful, really. A beam of light in all this shitty darkness I bring.” This is another poor joke, but one that quirks the corner of his lips up.
It remains even as she speaks of seeing Safrin, his head tilting avian-like in his curiosity. “Oh? How was that?” Tell me everything.
The mention of Safrin being happy to hear from him has him humming a quiet thought. “I hope so.” He says quietly, grimacing slightly. “One of her daughters, actually. Seren is her half-sister, from Ronin.” He informs thoughtfully, recalling the young demigod and wondering where she’s gone off to. As far as he knows, she’s still sequestered in the stars, away from trouble, keeping Ronin mostly sane.
The agreement of telling the world of his daughter has him nodding along, though. It didn’t do any good to keep her a secret, and if anything it might prove more difficult with time. “She’s wonderful, really. A beam of light in all this shitty darkness I bring.” This is another poor joke, but one that quirks the corner of his lips up.
It remains even as she speaks of seeing Safrin, his head tilting avian-like in his curiosity. “Oh? How was that?” Tell me everything.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
