i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
They differ in that way, the fact that Sunjata had been born and raised and conditioned into receiving undivided attention whether or not the other person wanted to. He had always been a higher born noble, used to being put on a pedestal and watched for leadership or detriment. And it’s a trend he’s continued here, despite the times where even he didn’t want to be so highly regarded. It’s too little too late for that, given the demigod status he’s fulfilled for the last couple of years.
Either way, the two of them look at each other as friends and nothing deeper than that, and it’s comfortable. Even as they decide on the Eye of the Storm being their eventual destination. At the confirmation, a soft smile is offered toward her before the waiter returns with their drinks and Sunjata carefully blows on it – unsure how hot it would be, but realizing there’s more sensitivity with the scar on the inside of his mouth when it comes to heat.
“Not much so far. I’m thinking about expanding it. Adding houses and an actual road to go through it. Make it liveable for people.” A small shrug over the information – very little to offer from the wilds region (for now, it seems). “What about here?” He takes a sip from his drink and relishes in the warmth, cooled off enough to not burn the hell out of his mouth.
Either way, the two of them look at each other as friends and nothing deeper than that, and it’s comfortable. Even as they decide on the Eye of the Storm being their eventual destination. At the confirmation, a soft smile is offered toward her before the waiter returns with their drinks and Sunjata carefully blows on it – unsure how hot it would be, but realizing there’s more sensitivity with the scar on the inside of his mouth when it comes to heat.
“Not much so far. I’m thinking about expanding it. Adding houses and an actual road to go through it. Make it liveable for people.” A small shrug over the information – very little to offer from the wilds region (for now, it seems). “What about here?” He takes a sip from his drink and relishes in the warmth, cooled off enough to not burn the hell out of his mouth.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
