i bank on the funeral
A shake of his head is all Loren gets in response to the reminder. He’s good, he doesn’t need one. Not with the scars already still so fresh in his mind. But the comment of a drink has Sunjata offering a slight pulse of apology through the attuned bond, having forgotten that little tidbit of information that Maea had required of the Launceleyn. “Right, sorry.” He offers a bit quietly.
But when Loren comments he doesn’t sleep, Sunjata finds a slight frown crossing his face to that – reaching up to try and clasp the other man on the shoulder, sitting a bit more upright in the sand. “For what it’s worth, Loren, I do think you’re a good person.” He shrugs. “But it’s hard to see it that way. Not with what everyone else has told you the entire time. I get it. I do.” That's one thing they absolutely had in common at the very least.
But when Loren comments he doesn’t sleep, Sunjata finds a slight frown crossing his face to that – reaching up to try and clasp the other man on the shoulder, sitting a bit more upright in the sand. “For what it’s worth, Loren, I do think you’re a good person.” He shrugs. “But it’s hard to see it that way. Not with what everyone else has told you the entire time. I get it. I do.” That's one thing they absolutely had in common at the very least.
'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.
