// it's not enough that you're wrestling yourself
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
Perhaps things had never quite been the same since Safrin, since Kamaria, since his dream death. It’s only now that Sunjata’s found a hill to pretty much die on that brings them into this position – not strong enough to get a hold onto the situation, not strong enough to break Remi’s grapple, not strong enough to get the relic and get out before he got this far.
But it’s fine. It’s usually how things go as of late anyway.
Ronin’s question is heard, and it takes a few moments for Sunjata to actually get around the burning in his throat to speak. “What’s it look like?” He asks, his voice rough and irritated, torn up as he tilts his head to squint at Ronin through the bars. “To you. Specifically.” Because he’s curious how Ronin’s taken it, and because he knows what it is he’s doing. Only like with most things, he doubts they understand. He doubts he could make them understand.
But it’s fine. It’s usually how things go as of late anyway.
Ronin’s question is heard, and it takes a few moments for Sunjata to actually get around the burning in his throat to speak. “What’s it look like?” He asks, his voice rough and irritated, torn up as he tilts his head to squint at Ronin through the bars. “To you. Specifically.” Because he’s curious how Ronin’s taken it, and because he knows what it is he’s doing. Only like with most things, he doubts they understand. He doubts he could make them understand.
// you said it feels like you're swimming through mercury
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
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.
