SuNjATA
the flood
He inclines his head a small amount, shrugging. Perhaps one day he might – but today isn’t that day, and he lets the subject drop easily enough in favor for the more… Sorrowful conversation that takes place. And surely, he should have suspected Korbin’s frustration with Weaver announcing that specific bit of his past to him, and yet… And yet Sunjata can’t help but to turn and face Korbin a bit more fully, arms folding across his chest, understanding glimmering in his gaze.
“She did.” Sunjata agrees quietly. “And likewise, I told her quite a lot about me that not a lot of others know.” He offers. Not quite everything – because there were only a couple of people that knew every detail of his life. And two of them were dead. Still, he can’t help the frown from crossing his face, unsure what else to say to the rage that’s palpable from Korbin.
Though they had both been drunk at that time – delving too far into their pasts, delving too far into what made them into what they were. And dare he say bonding? He doubts Korbin would like that answer much at all, and he keep sit locked behind his teeth, steel gaze lingering on Korbin before drifting back over toward the water.
“She did.” Sunjata agrees quietly. “And likewise, I told her quite a lot about me that not a lot of others know.” He offers. Not quite everything – because there were only a couple of people that knew every detail of his life. And two of them were dead. Still, he can’t help the frown from crossing his face, unsure what else to say to the rage that’s palpable from Korbin.
Though they had both been drunk at that time – delving too far into their pasts, delving too far into what made them into what they were. And dare he say bonding? He doubts Korbin would like that answer much at all, and he keep sit locked behind his teeth, steel gaze lingering on Korbin before drifting back over toward the water.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
