maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
“Got him across the face. He’s missing an eye.” Perhaps it’ll be easier for her to not have a visceral reaction to seeing his fiancé if he could help it. But she says she’ll keep it in mind and that’s all Sunjata can really ask for at the end of the day. At least talk of the herbs and sleeping in what Sunjata hopes feels more like a coma than anything, will help. “How is he? Ronin, that is.” He asks, steel gaze flickering over her face with the question, concern for one of his closest friends evident in the panes of his face.
As for the old him, he shakes his head when her hand runs through wet slicked back hair, shutting his eyes as a soft laugh leaves him, pulling at the soreness of the burn to his side. “It would be fun.” He muses, not necessarily wise, but amusing. “They called me the Flood back home.” He rumbles a bit nostalgically before shaking his head and shifting the subject to the wedding.
And there’s a light to his eyes as he focuses on her reaction, the ease of which Vai mentions her congratulations. He rubs thoughtlessly at the palm of his left hand, from his last wedding, before he swallows down hard and nods. “We’ll have the reception at the house. You’re welcome to come, with Felix if you want him to come.” He hums, an invitation. The wedding itself is planned to be small, not the glorifying huge gatherings everyone else seemed to have, himself included.
As for the old him, he shakes his head when her hand runs through wet slicked back hair, shutting his eyes as a soft laugh leaves him, pulling at the soreness of the burn to his side. “It would be fun.” He muses, not necessarily wise, but amusing. “They called me the Flood back home.” He rumbles a bit nostalgically before shaking his head and shifting the subject to the wedding.
And there’s a light to his eyes as he focuses on her reaction, the ease of which Vai mentions her congratulations. He rubs thoughtlessly at the palm of his left hand, from his last wedding, before he swallows down hard and nods. “We’ll have the reception at the house. You’re welcome to come, with Felix if you want him to come.” He hums, an invitation. The wedding itself is planned to be small, not the glorifying huge gatherings everyone else seemed to have, himself included.
maybe i'll cope with life without hope
maybe i'll open the door and fall through the floor
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.
