// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
With Nate tucked away back at the VlamVloed, it’s an offer of walking Isla home — of potentially being able to talk with her more about how his first official meeting of the Voice went. It’s an awkward situation Sunjata finds himself in, recalling how Nate had wanted to be there for the first time he did, yet he also imagines that Nate hadn’t planned for things to go like this.
“At least he’ll be able to see.” He rumbles, running a hand through his hair, heaving a quiet sigh as they leave the VlamVloed, picking a different path, one that winds down alleys and streets of the Grounds, a bit of a long way around to get to Isla’s green door. “How are you holding up?” He asks, noticing her dimmed light as much as one notices a stain on a perfectly pristine piece of paper.
“At least he’ll be able to see.” He rumbles, running a hand through his hair, heaving a quiet sigh as they leave the VlamVloed, picking a different path, one that winds down alleys and streets of the Grounds, a bit of a long way around to get to Isla’s green door. “How are you holding up?” He asks, noticing her dimmed light as much as one notices a stain on a perfectly pristine piece of paper.
some princes don't become kings
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.
