SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
A raise of his brow is given to Loren at the mention of asshole martyr’s, and a cold smile crosses his face. “Thanks for the update.” Tone is flat, as though he doesn’t care – though it wasn’t ever his intention to be perceived as such, wondering where the lines were drawn and how Sunjata could prove him wrong. Perhaps that was just part of it, in the end.
Still, he notices Loren lean forward, and Sunjata snorts to the comment next. “My bullshit? And what is it exactly you’re doing, Loren?” A nod of his head toward the empty flask in the mans pocket. “I’m not sure where you’re getting your information of coddling and everyone being enamored with me. So are you just talking out your ass?” Or jealous? A part of him wants to say, but he refrains, still barely within the summoner’s space, his gaze narrows. “Or are you just looking for a fight?”
Still, he notices Loren lean forward, and Sunjata snorts to the comment next. “My bullshit? And what is it exactly you’re doing, Loren?” A nod of his head toward the empty flask in the mans pocket. “I’m not sure where you’re getting your information of coddling and everyone being enamored with me. So are you just talking out your ass?” Or jealous? A part of him wants to say, but he refrains, still barely within the summoner’s space, his gaze narrows. “Or are you just looking for a fight?”
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.
