SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Well, he’d absolutely tried to avoid any form of conversation – hoped that perhaps the other man walking down the Ruins wouldn’t recognize him, that he wouldn’t know the man either, simply a passing nod and nothing more. But no, definitely not, not as he nears the man and avoids the look, content and keen on keeping pace with finding a darker space to drift away from… And then he hears Nate’s voice, boot pausing with a slight scuff against the stone. And he turns to face his doctor, awkwardly, horned head lifting to better look at the man that’d diagnosed the illness before he’d died from it.
Perhaps he still was dying in a sense, he doesn’t know.
“Unfortunately.” He rumbles in response to the first comment, though he can’t help the slight wry smile that crosses his face, fangs similar to Ascendeds and so unlike all the same briefly seen before he reaches up with the hand his ring sits on to run through his hair, awkwardly, letting his hand eventually rest against one of the tattooed compasses on his neck. “I hadn’t… Well, I didn’t know when I saw you that I was getting married. I found out a few days after.” He frowns to admit it, jaw clenching slightly, inhaling a short breath.
He can’t hide anything, letting Nate view him whichever way, professionally or other, waiting for the reaming and the chastising. “Unfortunately things haven’t slowed down since.” He admits with a small accented rumble, letting his hand drop back to his side, gaze leveling on his doctor.
Perhaps he still was dying in a sense, he doesn’t know.
“Unfortunately.” He rumbles in response to the first comment, though he can’t help the slight wry smile that crosses his face, fangs similar to Ascendeds and so unlike all the same briefly seen before he reaches up with the hand his ring sits on to run through his hair, awkwardly, letting his hand eventually rest against one of the tattooed compasses on his neck. “I hadn’t… Well, I didn’t know when I saw you that I was getting married. I found out a few days after.” He frowns to admit it, jaw clenching slightly, inhaling a short breath.
He can’t hide anything, letting Nate view him whichever way, professionally or other, waiting for the reaming and the chastising. “Unfortunately things haven’t slowed down since.” He admits with a small accented rumble, letting his hand drop back to his side, gaze leveling on his doctor.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
