// 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 //
Steel meets steel when the question is met and Sunjata hums a soft little snort to agree before he’s raking a hand through his hair, the shadow of his scars seen in the flicker of the light. “Yeah. Torchline had a good time with all of their rumors.” Sunjata shrugs a shoulder, but his gaze is softer when it lands on Edmund, more curious than anything, no longer hiding any wariness that might have been found there once upon a time.
As for Dygra and the flame of the Ancient, Sunjata can understand that idea – glad that the young man had figured it out years before Sunjata had. “Well, I’m happy for you Edmund.” He starts, his accent drifting over the words with ease. “I’m glad you figured out what you wanted and you went for it.” Still went through with it despite what everyone else would say or do.
As for Dygra and the flame of the Ancient, Sunjata can understand that idea – glad that the young man had figured it out years before Sunjata had. “Well, I’m happy for you Edmund.” He starts, his accent drifting over the words with ease. “I’m glad you figured out what you wanted and you went for it.” Still went through with it despite what everyone else would say or do.
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.
