right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He light tone is one that does spark a small smile to curl the edge of his lip where it’s scarred the most, Sunjata’s hand lifting from Aidon to run through his hair instead. “For the first time in a while.” He murmurs his agreement, unsure how that would even go given the circumstances he was in.
But, for Maeve, his attention flits back, leaned forward as he is to fill his glass again. “It is scary. More so for you I imagine.” After all she was the one that had to deal with the whole being pregnant. Sunjata, on the other hand, had hardly taken a part in it aside from getting Safrin pregnant, only to have Kamaria arrive on his doorstep aged past the baby stage. "It'll be worth it, though, I'm sure."
He leans back, however, sipping from the rum again and lets it settle in his stomach, lets it warm up the ice in his veins. A dark brow rises toward her, his head tilting avian-like in question. “So, what was it then?”
But, for Maeve, his attention flits back, leaned forward as he is to fill his glass again. “It is scary. More so for you I imagine.” After all she was the one that had to deal with the whole being pregnant. Sunjata, on the other hand, had hardly taken a part in it aside from getting Safrin pregnant, only to have Kamaria arrive on his doorstep aged past the baby stage. "It'll be worth it, though, I'm sure."
He leans back, however, sipping from the rum again and lets it settle in his stomach, lets it warm up the ice in his veins. A dark brow rises toward her, his head tilting avian-like in question. “So, what was it then?”
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.
