right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
The door opens and Sunjata’s head tilts back toward it, a cautious steel that meets an exhausted Maeve. There’s a small smile that plays on her lips yet Sunjata can’t find the effort within himself to match it, to offer one back. All he can do is nod along with his greeting, with a voice that’s far less hoarse than it had been, but still just as thickly accented and tired as before. “Maeve.” He steps in once she steps aside, his gaze flickering around the room, finding it warm and inviting.
Truthfully, he feels quite out of place here with all the clouds and storms he brings with him. So he remains standing, gaze slipping to Aidon with the dragon’s greeting, before his attention is returning to Maeve, hands pulled out of his pockets to readjust the shirt that’s settled on his shoulders. “You said you have news?” He asks, cutting a bit to the chase, too tired for pleasantries among the rest of everything.
Truthfully, he feels quite out of place here with all the clouds and storms he brings with him. So he remains standing, gaze slipping to Aidon with the dragon’s greeting, before his attention is returning to Maeve, hands pulled out of his pockets to readjust the shirt that’s settled on his shoulders. “You said you have news?” He asks, cutting a bit to the chase, too tired for pleasantries among the rest of everything.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
