// 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 //
“Hm.” He rumbles, because it makes sense and it’s exactly what he imagined when he first stepped foot in Halo. Though, he had avoided the region quite a lot, to be frank. He’s always hated the cold, only having to step within its borders when he absolutely had to. But the subject switches to Phoebe and he listens as he offers his own little tidbits, his gaze drifting from Noah back out over the grasses as he times his breathing, mentally checks his heartbeat.
He nods to the history comment, though. “I haven’t asked Frey, though they did think it amusing that they got both her and I now.” He tilts his head back to squint at the sky for a moment, before his head tilts back toward Noah. “Last I heard she got remarried.” To Harper – a man he’d had to convince to give her a shot. He wonders if that made him better in the eyes of Phoebe or not, or if he was still the monster she seemed dead set on portraying him as.
But Noah’s last comment, his laugh, is one that twists Sunjata’s lips into a small smile, a hum of a laugh leaving him too even if it ends in a cough that rattles against his broken ribs. “Hey, don’t underestimate her.” He offers once he gets a handle on himself. “When we broke it off, she destroyed my bar.” Which unfortunately seems to be a common thread between his exes.
He nods to the history comment, though. “I haven’t asked Frey, though they did think it amusing that they got both her and I now.” He tilts his head back to squint at the sky for a moment, before his head tilts back toward Noah. “Last I heard she got remarried.” To Harper – a man he’d had to convince to give her a shot. He wonders if that made him better in the eyes of Phoebe or not, or if he was still the monster she seemed dead set on portraying him as.
But Noah’s last comment, his laugh, is one that twists Sunjata’s lips into a small smile, a hum of a laugh leaving him too even if it ends in a cough that rattles against his broken ribs. “Hey, don’t underestimate her.” He offers once he gets a handle on himself. “When we broke it off, she destroyed my bar.” Which unfortunately seems to be a common thread between his exes.
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.
