// tell me what you know, i'm in deeper than i've ever been
i will never grow, while this anchor is chained to my feet //
i will never grow, while this anchor is chained to my feet //
He moves in, aiming a fist that manages to crash into the Ascended’s hip, almost hard enough that he can feel a knuckle pop. But Nate’s still moving, the fist aimed back at him so quick and sharp, that Sunjata tries to move out of the way, directly in line to spy not exactly a silhouette, but a man, when he was sure the ring was closed, was empty and void of all else but themselves.
It’s entirely fun and games and rough housing, until it isn’t anymore.
Not when the man that stands there mirrors him in so many ways, so many ways that Sunjata has tried to change. But it’s always there every time he looks in the mirror or a reflection. It has him stilling, the shock and surprise lancing through the bond as he forgets immediately of the threat of Nate’s punch, the fist landing sharply against his jaw. “Ah, wait—”
And among the shock and surprise, the Attuned goes stumbling, tripping over his foot as the blow takes him to the side, dropping to a knee as the sharp shooting pangs of pain fletch through him, through his jaw that can’t quite move or close. Fuckingfuckfuckfuck— Is all he can mentally get out, his cheek and face already beginning to swell with blood. A quick count assures him he’s got all teeth, but as for the rest of it, the light in the steel gaze is gone, replaced by shadow and pain, squinting to reach up to try and touch his useless jaw and spy for a figure in the doorway, the one that had caused his distraction.
It’s entirely fun and games and rough housing, until it isn’t anymore.
Not when the man that stands there mirrors him in so many ways, so many ways that Sunjata has tried to change. But it’s always there every time he looks in the mirror or a reflection. It has him stilling, the shock and surprise lancing through the bond as he forgets immediately of the threat of Nate’s punch, the fist landing sharply against his jaw. “Ah, wait—”
And among the shock and surprise, the Attuned goes stumbling, tripping over his foot as the blow takes him to the side, dropping to a knee as the sharp shooting pangs of pain fletch through him, through his jaw that can’t quite move or close. Fuckingfuckfuckfuck— Is all he can mentally get out, his cheek and face already beginning to swell with blood. A quick count assures him he’s got all teeth, but as for the rest of it, the light in the steel gaze is gone, replaced by shadow and pain, squinting to reach up to try and touch his useless jaw and spy for a figure in the doorway, the one that had caused his distraction.
i settled my grievance by crafting a mask, and i never looked back
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.
