// it's not enough that you're wrestling yourself
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
What innocence? Comes Sunjata’s immediate response, held back as he is from making a grave mistake. With the buffers between them, he’s half grateful for it. The other half rages against it, wanting nothing more than to break through the chains when she simply disregards the fact of how much Lusea had meant to him, the ends of the himself he’d waded through. But it’s Nate’s voice that cuts through after, telling him to not start anything that has Sunjata slumping against the wall, swallowing against the blood in his mouth, trying and failing to quell his temper.
He takes a shaking inhale, sure that Nate can feel through the arms around him that Sunjata shakes and trembles with his anger, his restraint. You will be held for further questioning. He manages after a moment, raw demand in his voice that seems to say he won’t budge on it. And in a fit of his frustration, the muscles in his jaw flicker as he shifts out of Nate’s grasp, grabbing the destroyed lantern from the table. I will let Morgan know.
Because honestly? She came to talk about the fire and all Sunjata can see is a direct line from this that leads straight to the smoke. If she doesn’t want to talk about it? Then fine. But it doesn’t make her innocent. It doesn’t make her free to go just yet, whatsoever.
He needs to clear his head, get out.
And so she goes in the cell, then it gets locked, then out the two go before everything begins to crumble even more.
— FIN <333
He takes a shaking inhale, sure that Nate can feel through the arms around him that Sunjata shakes and trembles with his anger, his restraint. You will be held for further questioning. He manages after a moment, raw demand in his voice that seems to say he won’t budge on it. And in a fit of his frustration, the muscles in his jaw flicker as he shifts out of Nate’s grasp, grabbing the destroyed lantern from the table. I will let Morgan know.
Because honestly? She came to talk about the fire and all Sunjata can see is a direct line from this that leads straight to the smoke. If she doesn’t want to talk about it? Then fine. But it doesn’t make her innocent. It doesn’t make her free to go just yet, whatsoever.
He needs to clear his head, get out.
And so she goes in the cell, then it gets locked, then out the two go before everything begins to crumble even more.
— FIN <333
// you said it feels like you're swimming through mercury
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
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.
