// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
She agrees and doesn’t make him change his mind. And she’s right, he’s a furnace right now – the flush to his skin, the alcohol thrumming through. He was already warm to begin with and now? Now the alcohol simply edges him almost toward overheating. At the very least, the air in Leafchange in the Grounds had always been cool enough to handle it, to keep him from sweating out of his clothes.
As always, Isla makes a good point, and Sunjata knows how to answer the question that she has internally that she lets out through the bits and pieces of why Nate had stayed. “He stayed because Ronin was there.” Because of everything that had happened between the Huntsman and the Flood, at least recently. And she can tell him until she has no words left that he hasn’t let the Ascended down, but it will take longer to actually understand it.
His arm is squeezed and he blinks, reaching up immediately to wipe away the traitorous tear that’s slipped out, looking away from her as she has her knee jerk reaction – one that was similar to the one thrumming in his gut. He doesn’t want to explode Nate’s body, but it sits on his shoulders all the same. The weight of it. “I didn’t know he was immortal.” He admits quietly, leaning back just enough that he can rest his head on the stone side of the bone bridge and glare up at the stars above. “What do we do if they don't want to give him back?” He asks in a whisper, sniffling before he grabs the bottle to take another swig from it, trying to drown out the feelings of failure from deep within his bones.
As always, Isla makes a good point, and Sunjata knows how to answer the question that she has internally that she lets out through the bits and pieces of why Nate had stayed. “He stayed because Ronin was there.” Because of everything that had happened between the Huntsman and the Flood, at least recently. And she can tell him until she has no words left that he hasn’t let the Ascended down, but it will take longer to actually understand it.
His arm is squeezed and he blinks, reaching up immediately to wipe away the traitorous tear that’s slipped out, looking away from her as she has her knee jerk reaction – one that was similar to the one thrumming in his gut. He doesn’t want to explode Nate’s body, but it sits on his shoulders all the same. The weight of it. “I didn’t know he was immortal.” He admits quietly, leaning back just enough that he can rest his head on the stone side of the bone bridge and glare up at the stars above. “What do we do if they don't want to give him back?” He asks in a whisper, sniffling before he grabs the bottle to take another swig from it, trying to drown out the feelings of failure from deep within his bones.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
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.
