right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He hums a quiet sound in understanding, an equally humorless smile crossing his face as he nods. “I know what that’s like.” He agrees – the whole sleeping terribly – she should know about that too, after all. As for the Halenani opening and keeping her nights longer, that makes sense too. It had been a while, after all.
But the conversation shifts to Locke leaving and Sunjata’s attention is a bit more focused now, some sort of understanding glimmering in the dark pools of his eyes. He’s done that before. Pushed away because of fear and a multitude of other things, perhaps that’s what had happened here too? He had felt as though Locke and him were similar in some aspects, who’s to say that they weren’t in that regard. “Perhaps he’ll come back around?” He suggests quietly, weakly, until her next subject drops and it does actually still him.
He’s like a statue in the way he watches her and the stone drops into the pit of his stomach, his mind flickering through the math of everything, scanning her a bit more intently, wondering if she’s showing, how much she is, trying to calculate when the last time he’d slept with her was and whether it was his, because that’s certainly adding too much onto his plate. He should be giving her a congratulations, he knows it made him feel better when he found out he was going to be a father, but the only thoughts that zing into his mind are one: he’s tired of getting that pregnancy ball dropped onto him, and two: “Is Locke the father?”
But the conversation shifts to Locke leaving and Sunjata’s attention is a bit more focused now, some sort of understanding glimmering in the dark pools of his eyes. He’s done that before. Pushed away because of fear and a multitude of other things, perhaps that’s what had happened here too? He had felt as though Locke and him were similar in some aspects, who’s to say that they weren’t in that regard. “Perhaps he’ll come back around?” He suggests quietly, weakly, until her next subject drops and it does actually still him.
He’s like a statue in the way he watches her and the stone drops into the pit of his stomach, his mind flickering through the math of everything, scanning her a bit more intently, wondering if she’s showing, how much she is, trying to calculate when the last time he’d slept with her was and whether it was his, because that’s certainly adding too much onto his plate. He should be giving her a congratulations, he knows it made him feel better when he found out he was going to be a father, but the only thoughts that zing into his mind are one: he’s tired of getting that pregnancy ball dropped onto him, and two: “Is Locke the father?”
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.
