SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“Mm yeah, we should.” He offers to Nate, giving his hand a light squeeze before he’s addressing Melita and focusing on the redhead, the way she jumps and seems inward on herself. But upon the sight of them, and Sunjata’s outstretched arms, he watches as she sets Fangorn down and approaches, embracing both of them. His arm slinks around Nate’s waist, and around Melita, pulling the honeybee child in tight.
Pulling away slightly, he lets his hand linger on her shoulder, offering her a small smile. “Gaan jy oukei wees?” He hums to her, raising a brow to see if she were still practicing. Nate had picked it up relatively quickly, and it had felt like a little secret between them all, something that was simply… Theirs.
Gaan jy oukei wees? - you gonna be okay?
Pulling away slightly, he lets his hand linger on her shoulder, offering her a small smile. “Gaan jy oukei wees?” He hums to her, raising a brow to see if she were still practicing. Nate had picked it up relatively quickly, and it had felt like a little secret between them all, something that was simply… Theirs.
Gaan jy oukei wees? - you gonna be okay?
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
