and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
It’s easy to pass off the conversation, to hide it away. To not have to face it among the rest of the things he’s facing and dealing with, and he simply takes a shovel to bury it deeper and further until it’s only a mere bump among the rest of them buried and tossed away, to be viewed at later. Maybe never. It was hard to say. So when they converse over portals, he gives her a nod and a soft half smile to her response. “I’ll let you know what I can find out.” He rumbles, a quiet agreement.
But then they’re going to retrieve arrows and move back toward the shade, to the water that would absolutely be a relief. He can feel his shirt sticking to him under the sweltering heat of the sun, and he dives quickly into the shade of the building to grab a glass of water. “It’s a matter of having the right weapon to fit you.” He says lightly, pulling the bow from his shoulder to show the difference between his and hers, the width of it all was far larger, the material a bit different.
He tilts his head up slightly, placing the bow up against the table, looking to her when she asks what kind of work, and he works his jaw a small amount. Taking a deep drink of the glass of water, he exhales lightly. “Not the favorable kind.” He offers at first. “I became part of a guild that did some not so honorable things, and we worked with Zariah in exchange for her to look the other way for some of it.” The honesty within it was huge, that she could look at him however she wanted to with that sort of information, too.
Building trust again, and all that. Back to the monster he claimed people knew him as.
But then they’re going to retrieve arrows and move back toward the shade, to the water that would absolutely be a relief. He can feel his shirt sticking to him under the sweltering heat of the sun, and he dives quickly into the shade of the building to grab a glass of water. “It’s a matter of having the right weapon to fit you.” He says lightly, pulling the bow from his shoulder to show the difference between his and hers, the width of it all was far larger, the material a bit different.
He tilts his head up slightly, placing the bow up against the table, looking to her when she asks what kind of work, and he works his jaw a small amount. Taking a deep drink of the glass of water, he exhales lightly. “Not the favorable kind.” He offers at first. “I became part of a guild that did some not so honorable things, and we worked with Zariah in exchange for her to look the other way for some of it.” The honesty within it was huge, that she could look at him however she wanted to with that sort of information, too.
Building trust again, and all that. Back to the monster he claimed people knew him as.
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bullet proof
SuNJATA
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.
