i bank on the funeral
He catches Loren’s glance, listens to the explanation over the oath, of the family, of how they couldn’t ever try to harm one of the royals bloodlines for the certain death that might befall them. And his lip feathers slightly, to have that much power over someone was terrible – and yet his own father had held a similar grip, a similar grasp.
As he continues, however, his frown deepens as Loren swallows hard, rubbing at his eyes and Sunjata finds his gaze flitting to the sky. “I’m sorry Loren.” He offers, a pulse of understanding granted to the summoner. And in no way of trying to steal any of the thunder, he tries to offer his own experience by a means of understanding. “The royals in Korofi, at least my county, were only ever allowed two children. They’d often put the boys through many different trials to ensure the strongest of us survived, but because of that we weren’t shown any love until we passed our final trial.” He explains somewhat, a hand lifting from his chest to wave around in the air - a sign of his issues with it? At least the start at a surface level.
His room had been white, plain, and had he not been there, there was no way to signify that it was his, just on the off chance that he’d die and they’d have to start over again.
“There’s… A lot of trauma that comes from something like that. A lot to sort through.” His gaze slips back to Loren then. “How long did it go on for you?” Because for him, it had gone on until he’d switched sides – until he’d shifted from his royal ties to the rebellion when he was nineteen.
As he continues, however, his frown deepens as Loren swallows hard, rubbing at his eyes and Sunjata finds his gaze flitting to the sky. “I’m sorry Loren.” He offers, a pulse of understanding granted to the summoner. And in no way of trying to steal any of the thunder, he tries to offer his own experience by a means of understanding. “The royals in Korofi, at least my county, were only ever allowed two children. They’d often put the boys through many different trials to ensure the strongest of us survived, but because of that we weren’t shown any love until we passed our final trial.” He explains somewhat, a hand lifting from his chest to wave around in the air - a sign of his issues with it? At least the start at a surface level.
His room had been white, plain, and had he not been there, there was no way to signify that it was his, just on the off chance that he’d die and they’d have to start over again.
“There’s… A lot of trauma that comes from something like that. A lot to sort through.” His gaze slips back to Loren then. “How long did it go on for you?” Because for him, it had gone on until he’d switched sides – until he’d shifted from his royal ties to the rebellion when he was nineteen.
'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.
