SUNJATA
making bad decisions is my middle name
He nods to her as she replies and explains, listening her still not really listening. Half here, half there, recalling shock and fury and rage. Of being too late, of being too much. One day, he might tell her why that is. But for now, the words stray from the tip of his tongue into nothing, into ashes as it burns and keeps him from explaining. And so he doesn’t, instead just looking over at her with a small nod. ”Anxiety…” He rumbles in response. Is this what that was? He hadn’t had someone put a label on it before, it had always just been the way he was. “How long before it works?” He asks, soft silver eyes lingering on her yet still far and away, questions and visions hidden beneath a lead tongue. He hates it when he gets this way, the only way to take his mind off of it were brawls. To slip away into the criminal underground, to fight among them, to draw blood and curse his family name to the heavens, screaming through bloodstained teeth.
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.
