SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Ironically, Sunjata wouldn’t mind the constant bothering. The time spent heating with Nate despite the seriousness of the conversations they held were better than most of his interactions as of late. It was a breath of fresh air, and even if Nate didn’t think he’d take him up on it, Sunjata thinks he likely will.
Regardless, he’s off and explaining the wedding rings, spending a moment to bite down on the inside of his cheek as he sighs lightly in response. “The only one I’ve found is taking it off and dealing with what she thinks happened after.” He shrugs his tattooed shoulders slightly. “But at the same time, she’ll think that whether it’s on or off.” He hasn’t found the work around other than leaving it off — and if he did, forgot about it, lost it… Well, that would be far worse than what she thinks happened or didn’t happen.
The mention of his track record though does cause him to puff out a quiet chuckle of laughter at that. “The kind to sleep around a lot.” He shrugs, avoiding looking at Nate once more. “But I sort of blew it before marrying her by telling her that if we went through with it, there’d be a big chance of me doing exactly that since I viewed it more as an arrangement than what she thought it to be.” He shrugs lightly to that, perhaps a bit solemnly, at his terms of doing whatever he wanted to do in his own time. But he had also given her the option too, and he shakes his head somewhat with the realization.
He focuses back on Nate, shaking his head to the suggestion. “Let’s keep it on the wrist this time. We can try somewhere else next?” His steel gaze flits to Nate’s own brighter eyes. “She didn’t notice it there before, she might notice it somewhere else.” Shuffling slightly on his feet, he faces Nate a bit more fully, back to the wall as if to ask if they’d be doing it here. He’d actually probably prefer it, to be honest.
Regardless, he’s off and explaining the wedding rings, spending a moment to bite down on the inside of his cheek as he sighs lightly in response. “The only one I’ve found is taking it off and dealing with what she thinks happened after.” He shrugs his tattooed shoulders slightly. “But at the same time, she’ll think that whether it’s on or off.” He hasn’t found the work around other than leaving it off — and if he did, forgot about it, lost it… Well, that would be far worse than what she thinks happened or didn’t happen.
The mention of his track record though does cause him to puff out a quiet chuckle of laughter at that. “The kind to sleep around a lot.” He shrugs, avoiding looking at Nate once more. “But I sort of blew it before marrying her by telling her that if we went through with it, there’d be a big chance of me doing exactly that since I viewed it more as an arrangement than what she thought it to be.” He shrugs lightly to that, perhaps a bit solemnly, at his terms of doing whatever he wanted to do in his own time. But he had also given her the option too, and he shakes his head somewhat with the realization.
He focuses back on Nate, shaking his head to the suggestion. “Let’s keep it on the wrist this time. We can try somewhere else next?” His steel gaze flits to Nate’s own brighter eyes. “She didn’t notice it there before, she might notice it somewhere else.” Shuffling slightly on his feet, he faces Nate a bit more fully, back to the wall as if to ask if they’d be doing it here. He’d actually probably prefer it, to be honest.
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.
