// 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 //
It’s probably a good thing that Noah doesn’t say the initial thought that comes through his head. Because despite the broken ribs, Sunjata would have certainly laughed at that. Sure, it was a place of honor, when you weren’t the one that had just betrayed the goddess the shrine stood for. But Noah is unaware over the recent developments – otherwise he might have known why Sunjata had said such a thing.
So instead, his gaze turns from the Sentinel, to the rocky shrine covered in a tangle of roots and flowers and shrubbery that he’s supposed to help Ronin clean up before explaining himself to Safrin, and his gaze narrows at it as he works his jaw. He pushes himself up to his feet with a hiss of pain, trying to draw up to his usual height but falters a few inches to hunch slightly where his ribs are barking in pain. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact I betrayed Safrin to align with Frey.” His steel gaze lifts from the shrine to Noah. “I’m pretty sure she sent Ronin to do this. Figured when another devout follower showed up it was for the same reason.” A shoulder rises and falls in a shrug and he turns away from the shrine to gain a fraction of distance away from its prying eyes and ears, but stops to look down the hill over the rest of the Barrows.
So instead, his gaze turns from the Sentinel, to the rocky shrine covered in a tangle of roots and flowers and shrubbery that he’s supposed to help Ronin clean up before explaining himself to Safrin, and his gaze narrows at it as he works his jaw. He pushes himself up to his feet with a hiss of pain, trying to draw up to his usual height but falters a few inches to hunch slightly where his ribs are barking in pain. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact I betrayed Safrin to align with Frey.” His steel gaze lifts from the shrine to Noah. “I’m pretty sure she sent Ronin to do this. Figured when another devout follower showed up it was for the same reason.” A shoulder rises and falls in a shrug and he turns away from the shrine to gain a fraction of distance away from its prying eyes and ears, but stops to look down the hill over the rest of the Barrows.
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.
