SUNJATA
when I go into that ground
i won't go quietly, i'm bringing my crown
Steel eyes drift toward the wine spider as Loren begins to speak of it, and a slightly crooked smile crosses his face with a snort – watching as the librarian nods toward it as if to avoid the comment being misconstrued. Ah, but Sunjata is great at that, and the man huffs a quiet chuckle of laughter as he leans back in his seat, swirling the drink around in his hand before his eyes lift toward Loren once more. “I’ve seen bigger.” He jests before laughing and putting the comment aside as he mentions he would use company.
The man offers the librarian a small shrug of a tattooed shoulder, letting him take a seat before he looks back down to his glass. “I’d waste away watching these spiders go at the wine for hours, please indulge me.” He notes before he turns his attention fully onto Loren now, eyes that also host a fair amount of secrets. But he won’t ask, nor does he care to, when Loren pauses at the question briefly until he finally confirms.
He gives his condolences, and averts his gaze when Loren looks away from him, nodding slightly to him even if he couldn’t see it – instead he knocks back the drink in his hand before he sets the glass on the table. “She helped us fix up place a few friends of mine were putting together.” He offers easily, avoiding the mention of the Devil’s Advocates carefully, and the deceased Queen’s involvement with such things. “She had quite the… red-hot touch.” He articulates the best he can in the common tongue before snorting, all his time spent with Lusea has made him want to revert back to the language far more comfortable – but so few knew of it.
He finds he prefers it that way.
But he tilts his head to the man after asking for another drink from behind the bar, as he clears his throat. “Want anything?” He asks with his accented voice, raising a brow in curiosity.
The man offers the librarian a small shrug of a tattooed shoulder, letting him take a seat before he looks back down to his glass. “I’d waste away watching these spiders go at the wine for hours, please indulge me.” He notes before he turns his attention fully onto Loren now, eyes that also host a fair amount of secrets. But he won’t ask, nor does he care to, when Loren pauses at the question briefly until he finally confirms.
He gives his condolences, and averts his gaze when Loren looks away from him, nodding slightly to him even if he couldn’t see it – instead he knocks back the drink in his hand before he sets the glass on the table. “She helped us fix up place a few friends of mine were putting together.” He offers easily, avoiding the mention of the Devil’s Advocates carefully, and the deceased Queen’s involvement with such things. “She had quite the… red-hot touch.” He articulates the best he can in the common tongue before snorting, all his time spent with Lusea has made him want to revert back to the language far more comfortable – but so few knew of it.
He finds he prefers it that way.
But he tilts his head to the man after asking for another drink from behind the bar, as he clears his throat. “Want anything?” He asks with his accented voice, raising a brow in curiosity.
and when I go into the ground
they gotta bury me, bury me face down
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.
