i bank on the funeral
In all honestly? It’s just the two of them, and while he doesn’t know the other man, he seems confident and free enough to not care much either. A roguish grin is sent Bastien’s way at the comment, broad shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. It was… Freeing, to be honest. To not give into those cares at all, roaming from geyser to geyser.
Soon enough they’re at the second one and he feels the water begin to slide down the lanes of his face, reaching up to brush it away from his eyebrows to keep it from pouring into his eyes. He looks to Bastien then, far more fully, noticing when he speaks that he’s Ascended as evidenced by the smiles. He knows those fangs well, bears the scars multiple times along his chest, even his thigh. “Sunjata.” He says, offering a grin to the man.
“And you are?” A dark brow raises as if it’s some sort of secret.
Soon enough they’re at the second one and he feels the water begin to slide down the lanes of his face, reaching up to brush it away from his eyebrows to keep it from pouring into his eyes. He looks to Bastien then, far more fully, noticing when he speaks that he’s Ascended as evidenced by the smiles. He knows those fangs well, bears the scars multiple times along his chest, even his thigh. “Sunjata.” He says, offering a grin to the man.
“And you are?” A dark brow raises as if it’s some sort of secret.
'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.
