// 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 //
What a loaded question that was. And Sunjata’s lucky that he’s got the alcohol burning in his stomach now to give a buffer to his mood and his fears as his gaze lifts to meet Melita’s. He doesn’t know what she can do, not right now anyway. And so he pours a bit more alcohol into his glass, pours a little into another glass for Melita as well, moving to hand her the cup before he sits in the chair again and reassumes his perch.
“I’m making a bunker here.” He tells her, glancing from her to the window. “Safrin… She said that if war were to come I could hide him for a bit. But if the old gods win… Then he either won’t exist or will be changed completely.” He still doesn’t know what it means, and it terrifies him. “So I will hide him away.” A brief pause as his gaze slips back to Melita, one that had favored Ludo while Sunjata stood there as one of Safrin’s, mulling over the admission he’s about to make.
“And if I have to choose between them, I’ll always choose him.” Make of it what you will, Melita. Will the honeybee youth choose as well? Was she as willing to lose everything again if it meant trying to save her favorite uncle?
“I’m making a bunker here.” He tells her, glancing from her to the window. “Safrin… She said that if war were to come I could hide him for a bit. But if the old gods win… Then he either won’t exist or will be changed completely.” He still doesn’t know what it means, and it terrifies him. “So I will hide him away.” A brief pause as his gaze slips back to Melita, one that had favored Ludo while Sunjata stood there as one of Safrin’s, mulling over the admission he’s about to make.
“And if I have to choose between them, I’ll always choose him.” Make of it what you will, Melita. Will the honeybee youth choose as well? Was she as willing to lose everything again if it meant trying to save her favorite uncle?
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.
