don't you know i'm no good for you?
His hand is interrupted in its attempt to brush his hair back from his face and she’d find out soon enough that the skin beneath is sticky and warm from the heat of Longheat – but it does its job and it stills him enough to swallow hard. “She… Almost killed me, I think. If it weren’t for Ronin…” Heaving a sigh he shakes his head, trying to push down the nausea to let a sharp, unamused laugh leaves his lips. “I called to Frey, to see if they could help. They just made me, just invested in me, and… They didn’t come.” And so he wonders how terribly he’d fucked up to get to this point, within a week or two of even being their demigod. “So Ronin saved me. He could have let me die but, he didn’t. And now I owe him.” And it was shitty and nauseating and so incredibly upsetting.
But the conversation moves, Sunjata in his stupor asking what exactly Aurelia had started. He hopes for a much better distraction than he admittedly gets, because the announcement is far more horrifying than he’d anticipated. His lips form a tight line, pulling at the scar on his face as he stills himself incredibly still, watching her and waiting for the next shoe to drop because it always would.
All he can do is scoff and shake his head as her words reach him – knowing what the Priest was like. Knowing how this was going to go. You typically get stung when you kick the bees nest. “Fuck. Fuck.” He breathes, he swallows hard, the nausea still flaring in his gut as he waits for the next horrible thing to come out. “What did she have to say?”
But the conversation moves, Sunjata in his stupor asking what exactly Aurelia had started. He hopes for a much better distraction than he admittedly gets, because the announcement is far more horrifying than he’d anticipated. His lips form a tight line, pulling at the scar on his face as he stills himself incredibly still, watching her and waiting for the next shoe to drop because it always would.
All he can do is scoff and shake his head as her words reach him – knowing what the Priest was like. Knowing how this was going to go. You typically get stung when you kick the bees nest. “Fuck. Fuck.” He breathes, he swallows hard, the nausea still flaring in his gut as he waits for the next horrible thing to come out. “What did she have to say?”
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
