SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
A snort is given toward Loren at the initial comment. “Because you punched a bookshelf in the Temple. And also because I was Accepted back home, so that’s what we did.” Fists, nothing else, because there weren’t anything else other than fists and knives and guns. But he huffs as Loren crosses his arms, rolling his eyes as he settles in the sand, rubbing away a bit of the blood from his lips before laying back into the sand.
The deal, however, was made – another bolt of healing sent toward him to alleviate the dizziness, and all he does for the moment is cover his eyes with his hands, rubbing at his temples. But he feels something land in the sand beside him, and he peeks through his fingers half splayed across his face to spot the flask. He’s half tempted to ask what’s in it, but he sits up once more and picks it up, unscrewing the cap from it to whiff it. “Choice of drink to get drunk is rum?” He asks somewhat halfheartedly, side eyeing Loren before taking a deep swig of it.
The deal, however, was made – another bolt of healing sent toward him to alleviate the dizziness, and all he does for the moment is cover his eyes with his hands, rubbing at his temples. But he feels something land in the sand beside him, and he peeks through his fingers half splayed across his face to spot the flask. He’s half tempted to ask what’s in it, but he sits up once more and picks it up, unscrewing the cap from it to whiff it. “Choice of drink to get drunk is rum?” He asks somewhat halfheartedly, side eyeing Loren before taking a deep swig of it.
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.
