we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
“He sure is.” Sunjata murmurs, humming a soft laugh. “Even with the fire thing.” Nate wasn’t as against getting near fire as most of the Ascended was that he knew – and he wasn’t sure if that was due to the strong will of his husband’s or the preference to play with danger for the thrill of it.
Either way, they fall into working together easily – the bucket refreshed with clean water again and again as needed, Sunjata filling in gaps wherever Wessex needs him to while he listens. Though he can’t keep his nose from curling when it comes to Stormbreak, the frown growing and filling in the fine lines of wrinkles that have started along his sunkissed skin. “It’s tough to find any of those that aren’t already up the Old God’s asses.” He mulls over with a shake of his head. “I’m recognizable unless I’m in a shift, which I could do. But we’d need… What, two or three others uninvolved? Nate’s brother might be willing to help.” He clicks his tongue as he thinks. But as she lays out the locations, it becomes more and more difficult. “I don’t know Stormbreak well enough to know what constitutes old. The Plaza perhaps? Sure it’s busy but perhaps hiding something that benefits the war in a place where they claim to be pacifist is… Too obvious but to be true?” Steel eyes skate over toward Wessex with a raise of his brow.
At this point he’s just mulling his thoughts out loud.
The rest of it, though, there weren’t any clues for the next one and Sunjata returns to his work as he debates between the two. “Do we know if Frey's relic has been found yet?” Because in that instance, he might have a way to find out.
Either way, they fall into working together easily – the bucket refreshed with clean water again and again as needed, Sunjata filling in gaps wherever Wessex needs him to while he listens. Though he can’t keep his nose from curling when it comes to Stormbreak, the frown growing and filling in the fine lines of wrinkles that have started along his sunkissed skin. “It’s tough to find any of those that aren’t already up the Old God’s asses.” He mulls over with a shake of his head. “I’m recognizable unless I’m in a shift, which I could do. But we’d need… What, two or three others uninvolved? Nate’s brother might be willing to help.” He clicks his tongue as he thinks. But as she lays out the locations, it becomes more and more difficult. “I don’t know Stormbreak well enough to know what constitutes old. The Plaza perhaps? Sure it’s busy but perhaps hiding something that benefits the war in a place where they claim to be pacifist is… Too obvious but to be true?” Steel eyes skate over toward Wessex with a raise of his brow.
At this point he’s just mulling his thoughts out loud.
The rest of it, though, there weren’t any clues for the next one and Sunjata returns to his work as he debates between the two. “Do we know if Frey's relic has been found yet?” Because in that instance, he might have a way to find out.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
