SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
His gaze narrows on her as she mentions Wessex, a part of him apprehensive toward that, but he remains silent and only nodding quietly until she’s finished with the first part of the conversation – his mind dancing between all the options that are laid out. “She’s queen of the Grounds again. It will be difficult.” His lip quirks a bit, fingers tapping on the arm of the chair. “The others, though, if they aren’t in Torchline they’re not under me. All I could do is help with the trial in that instance.” Shoulders rise and fall, a deep inhale and exhale of breath, an apologetic smile on his face toward her.
But they’re in agreement on the latter part, at least. “I’ll do what I can.” He murmurs by means of helping bring the Ascended that harmed the Mathair to some form of justice. Otherwise, there isn’t much else Sunjata can do. If it upholds the promise that none of the Fae would harm the Ascended living in Torchline – most importantly his husband – then it’s the least that he can do.
“Is there anything else?” He rumbles, head tilting slightly as he focuses on her again.
But they’re in agreement on the latter part, at least. “I’ll do what I can.” He murmurs by means of helping bring the Ascended that harmed the Mathair to some form of justice. Otherwise, there isn’t much else Sunjata can do. If it upholds the promise that none of the Fae would harm the Ascended living in Torchline – most importantly his husband – then it’s the least that he can do.
“Is there anything else?” He rumbles, head tilting slightly as he focuses on her again.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
