SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
His gaze remains on Nate while he explains how he’d got roped into it all, and he can’t help the slight breathy chuckle that leaves him when the man comments back. “It’s a shit kingdom to be honest, how did you manage.” A playful jest, a tease back at him — but at least it’s something to cause a slight glimmer of amusement in his otherwise quiet and reserved self.
The mention of actually trying causes it to falter slightly, because he knows he’s been doing terribly with it. Instead, he just ducks his horned head ever so slightly in a nod of agreement. “I’ll try to be better.” He offers, uncertain if he even can be when it comes down to it. It depends solely on how things go both at the bar and back home. But it was tough, and he bites down on the inside of his cheek as Nate offers what feels like a lie. He doesn’t comment on it, however, focused on the hand that touches him at his shoulder. There’s a slight nod and a snort, and he shakes his head slightly with a quiet rasping chuckle. “Well, good. Those are my hardest vices.” He says with a slight glimmer of amusement.
But he follows Nate’s eyesight towards his wrist, and he flexes his hand slightly at the question before he shakes his head. “She knows Im being treated. I told her I get my blood checked. She doesn’t know the matter of how.” A slight frown crosses his face at that. “Frey, uh, enchanted and connected the rings.” A brief pause, slate eyes lifting to find Nate’s. “She’ll know either way. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up given everything.”
The mention of actually trying causes it to falter slightly, because he knows he’s been doing terribly with it. Instead, he just ducks his horned head ever so slightly in a nod of agreement. “I’ll try to be better.” He offers, uncertain if he even can be when it comes down to it. It depends solely on how things go both at the bar and back home. But it was tough, and he bites down on the inside of his cheek as Nate offers what feels like a lie. He doesn’t comment on it, however, focused on the hand that touches him at his shoulder. There’s a slight nod and a snort, and he shakes his head slightly with a quiet rasping chuckle. “Well, good. Those are my hardest vices.” He says with a slight glimmer of amusement.
But he follows Nate’s eyesight towards his wrist, and he flexes his hand slightly at the question before he shakes his head. “She knows Im being treated. I told her I get my blood checked. She doesn’t know the matter of how.” A slight frown crosses his face at that. “Frey, uh, enchanted and connected the rings.” A brief pause, slate eyes lifting to find Nate’s. “She’ll know either way. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up given everything.”
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.
