// 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 //
Her apology is granted a small shrug, nothing to be done about it. It’s not like it was her fault, anyway, but she explains she’s been seeing her sister and Sunjata nods to that – even as distracted as he is, he understands the importance of what she’s saying – when he considers her words. “I hope it is.” He rumbles quietly, lips quirking in a bit of a twisted grimace. He hasn’t heard his father yet – just the sight of the man enough to have Sunjata tensing. He doesn’t need to know what would happen should he hear that thick rumbled tone of his father pour in through his ears.
So he tries to drown it out, with alcohol and distraction, nodding to her as she shakes her head and lets the implications of what he’s said become clear. “It appears as though that might be a miniscule one in comparison.” He offers, finally sinking down onto the edge of the couch, reaching up to rub at his temple as he closes his eyes, trying to push away his paranoia. “Wessex will be speaking with the Fae over what’s occurred between them. This, however, is more dangerous – given the fact that it’s the Voice versus the old gods.” He admits, chewing on the inside of his cheek, shakes his head in his uncertainty.
So he tries to drown it out, with alcohol and distraction, nodding to her as she shakes her head and lets the implications of what he’s said become clear. “It appears as though that might be a miniscule one in comparison.” He offers, finally sinking down onto the edge of the couch, reaching up to rub at his temple as he closes his eyes, trying to push away his paranoia. “Wessex will be speaking with the Fae over what’s occurred between them. This, however, is more dangerous – given the fact that it’s the Voice versus the old gods.” He admits, chewing on the inside of his cheek, shakes his head in his uncertainty.
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.
