SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
A hum of a chuckle manages to slip from Sunjata’s lips as their glasses clink in a small toast, sipping from it and relishing the light burn in the back of his throat — numbed a fraction from the drink before. He doesn’t expect her to pause and almost choke with his comment, but it does manage to bring a twitch of his lips in amusement. “I think we can manage it, between us.” He tips a wink toward Isla with another rumbling laugh, before leaning back slightly on the stool behind the bar as he readjusts his legs.
The smile falls, however, at the mention of her being with Nate and Kiada, and his gaze scans her face for a moment. “Hm.” Is all he can offer, incredibly unhelpfully, until she mentions that she’s been thinking about Ancienting. Now that is an easier topic for Sunjata to muse on, and he cocks his head slightly as he peers at her and thinks. “Why not Ancient? I mean… What do you get these days by remaining Ascended?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out harsh, and he realizes it with the wince that crosses his face.
“I just mean that, the Voice is gone. The connection there and the upgrades aren’t something you can hone and work on any longer. And if you’re worried about how you’ll handle everything coming back to you, you won’t be alone.” He’d be there, to help her should she need it. And at the very least, she’d be able to taste and smell and get drunk again. (At least, he thinks so.)
The smile falls, however, at the mention of her being with Nate and Kiada, and his gaze scans her face for a moment. “Hm.” Is all he can offer, incredibly unhelpfully, until she mentions that she’s been thinking about Ancienting. Now that is an easier topic for Sunjata to muse on, and he cocks his head slightly as he peers at her and thinks. “Why not Ancient? I mean… What do you get these days by remaining Ascended?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out harsh, and he realizes it with the wince that crosses his face.
“I just mean that, the Voice is gone. The connection there and the upgrades aren’t something you can hone and work on any longer. And if you’re worried about how you’ll handle everything coming back to you, you won’t be alone.” He’d be there, to help her should she need it. And at the very least, she’d be able to taste and smell and get drunk again. (At least, he thinks so.)
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
