don't you know i'm no good for you?
Somehow, despite the comments from Loren, Sunjata can’t find it in him to care that much about it all. And when he mentions that he stood right next to the man he loved as he burned to death, Sunjata's jaw clenches. “Been there before.” And he had, when his father had slit Lusea’s throat, how he held her as she died and covered himself and the marble floor in rivers of ruby red. He sighs, however, not wanting it to be some sort of competition at how shitty their lives had been, before Loren’s gaze turns on him more fully.
The question receives a shake of his head. “No.” He says shortly at first, taking a deep enough drink of the mug to down the contents before sliding it forward for a refill. “Something along the lines of getting my two best friends killed.” It’s a half mumble, and he turns to look at Loren – that same pain reflecting in his eyes, narrowing on the summoner. "So yeah, pretty shitty."
The question receives a shake of his head. “No.” He says shortly at first, taking a deep enough drink of the mug to down the contents before sliding it forward for a refill. “Something along the lines of getting my two best friends killed.” It’s a half mumble, and he turns to look at Loren – that same pain reflecting in his eyes, narrowing on the summoner. "So yeah, pretty shitty."
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
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.
