// 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 //
“Hopefully.” Sunjata responds, though it isn’t something he admittedly is thinking much on. Whether Harper joined Phoebe on those adventures wasn’t his business, and the fact that the Flood no longer had a hand in Torchline? It was extra not his business anymore. Still, a small smile tugs on the corner of his lips as he draws a laugh out of the Sentinel. Perhaps if he knew more of the context he wouldn’t be laughing, but Sunjata doesn’t intend to tell him.
Some secrets can stay secrets after all.
Though nothing quite relates to how Sunjata’s ease (even if he’s in an incredible amount of pain) shifts to placing that mask back up, his chin dropping slightly as he looks down to the grasses by his feet. “They uh, don’t. Really work.” He admits, head tilting slightly before he turns his head to look at Noah with a small shrug. “You don’t really get to pick who you love though, you know? I just try my best to make sure I don’t lose him. Do whatever it takes.” His gaze averts from the Sentinel again. “It’s why I had my daughter with Safrin. It’s why I switched to Frey.” He pauses, muscles feathering in his jaw. “To try and protect him.”
Some secrets can stay secrets after all.
Though nothing quite relates to how Sunjata’s ease (even if he’s in an incredible amount of pain) shifts to placing that mask back up, his chin dropping slightly as he looks down to the grasses by his feet. “They uh, don’t. Really work.” He admits, head tilting slightly before he turns his head to look at Noah with a small shrug. “You don’t really get to pick who you love though, you know? I just try my best to make sure I don’t lose him. Do whatever it takes.” His gaze averts from the Sentinel again. “It’s why I had my daughter with Safrin. It’s why I switched to Frey.” He pauses, muscles feathering in his jaw. “To try and protect him.”
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.
