now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
Focusing on the work that he’s helping Deimos with does help to quell some of his frustration, some of the heaving in his chest. He waits for Deimos’ acknowledgement to the initial question, gaze focusing on the grains of wood before him within the planks. And he sighs, somewhat deeply, a crackling sound when the question is pointed to him. What did he learn?
He learned he needed to be stronger than he was. He needed to not get swept up within it. He needed to learn to step back and reevaluate. He clenches his jaw then, gaze lifting then to look at the other man with a small frown that crosses his face, even if Deimos doesn’t look up. “To be better prepared?” Because it was his first Fiat Lux, and he had heard it had always been a time of light, a time of nice things to happen and occur after the terrible events that were LongNight. But they had all been wrong, in the end.
He learned he needed to be stronger than he was. He needed to not get swept up within it. He needed to learn to step back and reevaluate. He clenches his jaw then, gaze lifting then to look at the other man with a small frown that crosses his face, even if Deimos doesn’t look up. “To be better prepared?” Because it was his first Fiat Lux, and he had heard it had always been a time of light, a time of nice things to happen and occur after the terrible events that were LongNight. But they had all been wrong, in the end.
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
