don't you know i'm no good for you?
“Well for one, not letting them get close to it. I didn’t know Peter was so close to it.” He says somewhat through clenched teeth — but it’s a losing argument, one that will go around and around until they’re out of breath, no minds changed. It’s almost good that Loren brings up what happened, something else to feel, something dark stirring within him to replace the sorrow and sadness.
He’s facing Loren when the summoner explains, internally wincing at the mention of rooftops, of how he’d told Maea the same… But when Loren reveals healed wrists to him Sunjata shakes his head, narrowed eyes focused on Loren with a familiar predatory gleam. “You showed her.” He hisses in some amount of disbelief, anger, frustration. If the summoner was looking for any form of sympathy, Sunjata can’t find it in him to care.
“And then what? You healed right back up to normal? As if it never fucking happened and just pretended things were alright again?” He snaps, fingers shifting to claws that dig into the top of the bar. “And that makes it all okay?”
He’s facing Loren when the summoner explains, internally wincing at the mention of rooftops, of how he’d told Maea the same… But when Loren reveals healed wrists to him Sunjata shakes his head, narrowed eyes focused on Loren with a familiar predatory gleam. “You showed her.” He hisses in some amount of disbelief, anger, frustration. If the summoner was looking for any form of sympathy, Sunjata can’t find it in him to care.
“And then what? You healed right back up to normal? As if it never fucking happened and just pretended things were alright again?” He snaps, fingers shifting to claws that dig into the top of the bar. “And that makes it all okay?”
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.
