SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
She asks him to elaborate and Sunjata swallows, unsure whether it’s a can of worms he wants to give or one that she’s prepared for. So instead, he frowns slightly, tilts his head, looks away from the freshly arrived Accepted, and hums a soft laugh. “I think the most important thing to her is how people view her. She wants to be worshipped, chosen above all the rest. And if you don’t or you betray her, just… Don’t.”
He's been there. He’s done that. He’s lucky he’s still breathing.
“The monsters aren’t an issue anymore, no. And I think they come out during that time because they’re not… Accustomed to the amount of light from even the moon and stars. They were early Ascended, so, the Ascended worked to get rid of them.” And it was one of the longest few weeks of Sunjata’s life, followed by just another traumatic event for him.
His gaze drifts back to her curiously, though, when she offers a slight smile and agrees that she’ll likely be a fresh arrival for some time. “Quite different.” He begins, heaving a soft sigh and flashes her a brighter smile. “Lots of rain, flooding, much more technology than here has. Huge, bustling cities.” It’s a hint nostalgic as it drips from his accented voice, but he falls quiet immediately after and lets his gaze linger on her. “What about yours?”
He's been there. He’s done that. He’s lucky he’s still breathing.
“The monsters aren’t an issue anymore, no. And I think they come out during that time because they’re not… Accustomed to the amount of light from even the moon and stars. They were early Ascended, so, the Ascended worked to get rid of them.” And it was one of the longest few weeks of Sunjata’s life, followed by just another traumatic event for him.
His gaze drifts back to her curiously, though, when she offers a slight smile and agrees that she’ll likely be a fresh arrival for some time. “Quite different.” He begins, heaving a soft sigh and flashes her a brighter smile. “Lots of rain, flooding, much more technology than here has. Huge, bustling cities.” It’s a hint nostalgic as it drips from his accented voice, but he falls quiet immediately after and lets his gaze linger on her. “What about yours?”
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
