// do my worst, shoot the moon, stab the sun. got a curse, on the tip of my tongue
you go first, and i swear that i'll jump. born to kill, tiny slice of the throat //
you go first, and i swear that i'll jump. born to kill, tiny slice of the throat //
Hardly healed, Sunjata shivers with the bite of the cold against a warm body, his torso wrapped and bandaged, yet he can’t stay away. He’s arrived to stare at the shrine (to glare, more like it), settled among some new blossoms with an arm resting around his middle to try and keep his breaths from causing too much pain.
It’s a brighter day, the sun having broken through the clouds of spring, cascading the world around him in vibrant golds and pinks and blues with little dots of white and red flowers among the wildflower mix, leagues away from the Barrows where things are more barren and demons watch over the dead. And yet all Sunjata can do is sit in the grass and glower at the shrine, running through a multitude of words he wants to hiss at it but refrains.
Instead, offering up a quiet little, “Guess I’m supposed to see you soon, huh?” He grits out, working his jaw, shaking his head and lifting his gaze to the bright blue sky where pale fluffy clouds pass by without a care in the world.
(Set before the KQ <3)
It’s a brighter day, the sun having broken through the clouds of spring, cascading the world around him in vibrant golds and pinks and blues with little dots of white and red flowers among the wildflower mix, leagues away from the Barrows where things are more barren and demons watch over the dead. And yet all Sunjata can do is sit in the grass and glower at the shrine, running through a multitude of words he wants to hiss at it but refrains.
Instead, offering up a quiet little, “Guess I’m supposed to see you soon, huh?” He grits out, working his jaw, shaking his head and lifting his gaze to the bright blue sky where pale fluffy clouds pass by without a care in the world.
(Set before the KQ <3)
a new pill, or the poison you know, let it spill && i swear that i'll go
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.
