SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
Regardless of whether or not the idea of comfort is a cover up or not, there was a truthful base to it. Something he had been born and raised to do – at the barest of his instincts it all related to that. It was the reason when Nate had pushed him he’d reverted back into that fight mode of his… He hated every moment of it, but a part of him thinks he can keep it somewhat in control. At least attempt to.
He can feel the way Nate’s eyes bore into him, the way the question seems pinpointed in terms of common sense. “I imagine people would probably prefer to walk the streets without fear of it. Don’t you?” He asks, gaze flickering back toward Nate with a raise of his brow. It wouldn’t end up being all that different from the Grounds in that way – where nobody would have to organize times to go places if only to avoid the crime.
But then Nate’s mood shifts, and the accent slips out harder in him that Sunjata has to tear his gaze away from the Ascended, out back toward the waves that crash in quiet roars along the sands. “You’d be fine with it remaining as is?” He asks, though his voice hints a bit flatly. He gives Nate all the time he needs to respond one more, the attempt to soften his expression, but Sunjata doesn’t need the Attuned bond to know that he’s stepped on a very fine line with him.
“It’s because people can’t leave their homes at night for fear of being robbed or raped.” He says bluntly, gaze flickering back to Nate with a small raised brow. “I don’t blame them for not wanting to go anywhere if that’s the possible outcome.”
He can feel the way Nate’s eyes bore into him, the way the question seems pinpointed in terms of common sense. “I imagine people would probably prefer to walk the streets without fear of it. Don’t you?” He asks, gaze flickering back toward Nate with a raise of his brow. It wouldn’t end up being all that different from the Grounds in that way – where nobody would have to organize times to go places if only to avoid the crime.
But then Nate’s mood shifts, and the accent slips out harder in him that Sunjata has to tear his gaze away from the Ascended, out back toward the waves that crash in quiet roars along the sands. “You’d be fine with it remaining as is?” He asks, though his voice hints a bit flatly. He gives Nate all the time he needs to respond one more, the attempt to soften his expression, but Sunjata doesn’t need the Attuned bond to know that he’s stepped on a very fine line with him.
“It’s because people can’t leave their homes at night for fear of being robbed or raped.” He says bluntly, gaze flickering back to Nate with a small raised brow. “I don’t blame them for not wanting to go anywhere if that’s the possible outcome.”
'cause i might make a move
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.
