SUNJATA
A martyr? He scoffs, a rasping sound as he shakes his horned head, a hum of crackling laughter leaving him for that. “I am no martyr, nor am I trying to be. I’m trying to tell you how manipulative she can be.” He snaps, gaze finding his again. “Do indulge me on her perspective though. I’m sure she’s pretending to be some sort of victim when she has it in her power to stop this too.” He can’t understand how she can pretend that she’s just as unhappy when she’s getting everything she wants out of it, when she had been the one to ask.
“Should I count out how many times I’ve told her that same thing? How she tells me I’m wrong, how she knows me, how she knows that we can be good together?” His head tilts sharply. “The times where she’s begged me?”
“Should I count out how many times I’ve told her that same thing? How she tells me I’m wrong, how she knows me, how she knows that we can be good together?” His head tilts sharply. “The times where she’s begged me?”
i'll never be that me again
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.
