i bank on the funeral
It sounds like a secret, but Sunjata had only figured that was the case with how familiar the Launceleyn had been with the Atheneum, the comfort that the library seemed to bring him. He’s glad that Loren has something like that to go back to, even a small amount of normalcy helped in the hardest of cases. But he settles in, regardless, at the question of the story – hearing the tones recited as if he’d spoken of them multiple times before.
And so he shifts back into his half orca half man self, hopping up the side of the pool to lay back in the sand and let his tail remain in the water – folding his arms behind his head to listen. He doesn’t interrupt, simply listens – how similar yet how different the worlds had been. His own father had been threatened by the rebellion, sought to snuff them out before they began, until the prince had fallen in love with the daughter of the resistance and only blood was left in its wake. “A magical bond?” He asks, raising his brow, steel gaze flitting to Loren as his tail flicks in the water.
And so he shifts back into his half orca half man self, hopping up the side of the pool to lay back in the sand and let his tail remain in the water – folding his arms behind his head to listen. He doesn’t interrupt, simply listens – how similar yet how different the worlds had been. His own father had been threatened by the rebellion, sought to snuff them out before they began, until the prince had fallen in love with the daughter of the resistance and only blood was left in its wake. “A magical bond?” He asks, raising his brow, steel gaze flitting to Loren as his tail flicks in the water.
'cause i learned all my lessons that way
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.
