SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
The main thing about living out in the middle of nowhere, is that nobody came knocking. Not usually, anyway, aside from those that they’d told where they’d lived. He certainly hadn’t anticipated in the fact that he might be stumbled upon. Luckily for Aurelia, though, he is there – he’s just set Romeo and Amadeus down for a nap when the voice flickers through the bond. And he stills, because one of the last times he’s heard that voice, he’d had his entire soul intact.
Now, however, companionless and away from society and civilization – while it has its perks – has made him a bit rusty in terms of a reaction. He’s less paranoid as he might have once been up on the cliffs of Torchline. But he’s still cautious, slipping toward the window that faces out, pulling back a curtain to scan the area when he notices a tiger, glimmering like an orange inferno on the edge of the property.
She doesn’t look good, but that’s to be expected, given how long it’s been since anyone had last seen her. Yeah, one second. His gut twists and he makes sure that the twins are fine, before he slips out the door with nothing more than a short sleeved shirt and a pair of pants and his boots. Hands are in his pockets as he approaches, his steel gaze focused on the tiger, masking up his end of the Attuned bond the best he can – if she’s in a state such as this, he certainly doesn’t want to add more onto her plate.
He’s different than the last time they’d seen one another. Less bright in some aspects, brighter in others. There’s less dark circles under his eyes and he’s filled out in the spaces to make him appear healthy. On the other hand, those compass tattoos that had once darkened the sides of his neck, torn up to where the northern points have been ripped out, a bubble of scar tissue covering them and hiding under his shirt collar. Aurelia? He asks, pausing before the tiger, extending a hand out to her, scanning her for any obvious injuries that he might be able to help with, while he lets some of the mask slip its place to send down the bond the relief that she was alive and breathing.
Now, however, companionless and away from society and civilization – while it has its perks – has made him a bit rusty in terms of a reaction. He’s less paranoid as he might have once been up on the cliffs of Torchline. But he’s still cautious, slipping toward the window that faces out, pulling back a curtain to scan the area when he notices a tiger, glimmering like an orange inferno on the edge of the property.
She doesn’t look good, but that’s to be expected, given how long it’s been since anyone had last seen her. Yeah, one second. His gut twists and he makes sure that the twins are fine, before he slips out the door with nothing more than a short sleeved shirt and a pair of pants and his boots. Hands are in his pockets as he approaches, his steel gaze focused on the tiger, masking up his end of the Attuned bond the best he can – if she’s in a state such as this, he certainly doesn’t want to add more onto her plate.
He’s different than the last time they’d seen one another. Less bright in some aspects, brighter in others. There’s less dark circles under his eyes and he’s filled out in the spaces to make him appear healthy. On the other hand, those compass tattoos that had once darkened the sides of his neck, torn up to where the northern points have been ripped out, a bubble of scar tissue covering them and hiding under his shirt collar. Aurelia? He asks, pausing before the tiger, extending a hand out to her, scanning her for any obvious injuries that he might be able to help with, while he lets some of the mask slip its place to send down the bond the relief that she was alive and breathing.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
