// it's a lonely road, with one grip on several psalms and one grip on the gun
and it holds the rope, it spins me in circles and dizzies my head then says sleep when you're dead //
and it holds the rope, it spins me in circles and dizzies my head then says sleep when you're dead //
The house was beautiful. With arches and a quiet serene atmosphere that was so at odds with the bustle of the Slagveld. No shouts or growls to be heard through the walls in his office, just the sound of Hels and the ocean far off, the sound of the wind racing through the rockery the house was nestled within. And it’s this that has caught up with him, half asleep in a chair in a nook of sorts, next to a window where he hasn’t left his perch yet today.
His eyes close, nodding off again, before the door slams open and his heart lurches into his chest, scaled armor thickening around his neck and arms, halfway down his chest, all muscles tensing and ready for something when he hears Melita’s call. “Upstairs!” He shouts through the home, settling back into the chair again, smoothing a bit of his hair down as his heart calms down. Haai makes her way through the home, seeking out Melita to guide her to the governor, all while Sunjata waits, idly, peering from the window down the hall for when she might appear.
The second she does, there’s a chair opposite of him, that he nods to. “Hey Mel.” He greets her softly, tiredly, idly fiddling with the moon and stars ring on his finger.
His eyes close, nodding off again, before the door slams open and his heart lurches into his chest, scaled armor thickening around his neck and arms, halfway down his chest, all muscles tensing and ready for something when he hears Melita’s call. “Upstairs!” He shouts through the home, settling back into the chair again, smoothing a bit of his hair down as his heart calms down. Haai makes her way through the home, seeking out Melita to guide her to the governor, all while Sunjata waits, idly, peering from the window down the hall for when she might appear.
The second she does, there’s a chair opposite of him, that he nods to. “Hey Mel.” He greets her softly, tiredly, idly fiddling with the moon and stars ring on his finger.
were you ever here? or just lost on the surface that at the first touch, evades in the dust?
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.
