SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He’s surprised when a bark of laughter leaves his chest at the toast from the summoner, shaking his head to Loren with a smirk. “I’m perfectly sober right now, actually.” And he was, hadn’t drank in a while – too busy enjoying the sandy beaches of Torchline to find the time to. But the idea of moving here was one that he toyed with, on more than one occasion to be honest.
He wants to tell Loren just that, until the summoner mentions sharing, and his steel gaze slips from the waters toward the summoner with a dark raised brow. “What does that mean?” Wondering what exactly Loren was getting at with any of what he was saying, or if it was all just talking for the sake of talking.
He wants to tell Loren just that, until the summoner mentions sharing, and his steel gaze slips from the waters toward the summoner with a dark raised brow. “What does that mean?” Wondering what exactly Loren was getting at with any of what he was saying, or if it was all just talking for the sake of talking.
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.
