SuNjATA
the flood
A snort leaves him as he shakes his head. “No, wasn’t Frey’s fault.” It had been his own fault, in the end, though he doesn’t air that quite so out in the open. His gaze slides back over to Korbin with a light smirk crossing his face. “The marriage was bullshit to begin with. And actually Frey said weddings didn’t even matter. We still went through with it, for some fucking reason.” He rumbles with a shrug of his shoulders, leaning a bit more on just one elbow as he focuses his gaze more pinpointed on the raven.
“In favor? I guess the rings were nice, if it weren’t for who they were attached to.” He rumbles, contemplating the fact of it all. If he’d had one with his other various partners, it wouldn’t have been so bad he doesn’t think. “I typically try to steer clear of Frey. Not much of an opinion other than I’ve seen them and I’d rather not get involved.” He offers a small Cheshire smirk to that.
“In favor? I guess the rings were nice, if it weren’t for who they were attached to.” He rumbles, contemplating the fact of it all. If he’d had one with his other various partners, it wouldn’t have been so bad he doesn’t think. “I typically try to steer clear of Frey. Not much of an opinion other than I’ve seen them and I’d rather not get involved.” He offers a small Cheshire smirk to that.
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.
