SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“Quick turnaround.” And Sunjata can barely suppress the snort that leaves him. “I basically lost a bet. Hung on the idea that she'd back off if I agreed and went through the motions for it. And here we are.” He rumbles quietly, shrugging lightly to that. It was, he’d gambled on the fact that she’d back down if he went through with it – had hoped that at the altar, Phoebe would deny it while Sunjata had all the intentions to go through with it. And it hadn’t happened, hadn’t as Frey officiated and enchanted the rings that sit upon their fingers, that even the slightest shift would affect them.
The mention of bedrest though, does garner another bob of his horned head, tilting it after a moment as he looks to Nate with a hint more shadows in his gaze than had been the last time, when he’d only been sick and not married, not ruining his life one step after another. “You did.” He says, tone a hint defeated. He doesn’t want to involve Nate into his personal affairs, but in the end at least Nate knew her, worked for her, might understand why he hadn’t been taking it easy. “I’ve been trying. Sort of.” There’s another wry smile that crosses his face to that before he exhales quietly.
Nate approaches, however, and his gaze lingers on the other man’s face when he clasps his tattooed shoulder, right over the navy feathers adorned there inked forever. “I did feel better, but I overdid it.” He admits honestly, horned head ducking slightly as he looks over Nate’s shoulder into the emptiness of the pathway behind him. “I had to go to Halo with her for a few days.” A muscle feathers in his jaw as he recalls how drunk Phoebe had been. “…I might have slipped and had a drink or two. But I’ve quit smoking at least.” And gods how he had tried to refrain from drinking, until she’d insisted on it and gotten too drunk, pining on and on to him about how terrible he was.
It was the only way he could have slightly tolerated it, and even still it grated against him.
The mention of bedrest though, does garner another bob of his horned head, tilting it after a moment as he looks to Nate with a hint more shadows in his gaze than had been the last time, when he’d only been sick and not married, not ruining his life one step after another. “You did.” He says, tone a hint defeated. He doesn’t want to involve Nate into his personal affairs, but in the end at least Nate knew her, worked for her, might understand why he hadn’t been taking it easy. “I’ve been trying. Sort of.” There’s another wry smile that crosses his face to that before he exhales quietly.
Nate approaches, however, and his gaze lingers on the other man’s face when he clasps his tattooed shoulder, right over the navy feathers adorned there inked forever. “I did feel better, but I overdid it.” He admits honestly, horned head ducking slightly as he looks over Nate’s shoulder into the emptiness of the pathway behind him. “I had to go to Halo with her for a few days.” A muscle feathers in his jaw as he recalls how drunk Phoebe had been. “…I might have slipped and had a drink or two. But I’ve quit smoking at least.” And gods how he had tried to refrain from drinking, until she’d insisted on it and gotten too drunk, pining on and on to him about how terrible he was.
It was the only way he could have slightly tolerated it, and even still it grated against him.
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.
