// and you took me down, and what a slow fall, but what i needed to be right here
and for one, it seems that i've found, that all the answers were all so clear //
and for one, it seems that i've found, that all the answers were all so clear //
The protectiveness that rumbles down the bond is something that keeps Sunjata silent – a sort of… Knowing into his history that Ronin’s got that nobody else here has ever come close to except for Lusea who’d lived through it. It’s… A lot, a swelling of emotions that makes his throat tight, makes him have to swallow hard for a brief moment before he recovers, questioning what Ronin thought of his home. But he does shoot down a feeling of thanks down the bond toward the Dark Star.
“It’s called a gun.” Sunjata rumbles, something nostalgic coming over his face as he looks back toward Ronin. “You were wearing an enforcers outfit. That’s what I grew up and became before I defected.” He explains, surprisingly easily all things considered. “Maybe one day you can come into my dreams and see the better parts. See Lusea.” He suggests a bit offhand, a bit distracted.
When Ronin glances up again, Sunjata’s focus is entirely on him, head cocking like a bird as he considers Ronin’s words. “Oh? Thank you.” He says, a crooked smile creeping up on his face. He doesn’t know what it is yet, but the fact Ronin’s giving him anything at all when the wedding had been such a secret while sick is touching. He still can't help but to flash an amused smirk Ronin's way though. "What is it?"
“It’s called a gun.” Sunjata rumbles, something nostalgic coming over his face as he looks back toward Ronin. “You were wearing an enforcers outfit. That’s what I grew up and became before I defected.” He explains, surprisingly easily all things considered. “Maybe one day you can come into my dreams and see the better parts. See Lusea.” He suggests a bit offhand, a bit distracted.
When Ronin glances up again, Sunjata’s focus is entirely on him, head cocking like a bird as he considers Ronin’s words. “Oh? Thank you.” He says, a crooked smile creeping up on his face. He doesn’t know what it is yet, but the fact Ronin’s giving him anything at all when the wedding had been such a secret while sick is touching. He still can't help but to flash an amused smirk Ronin's way though. "What is it?"
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.
