don't you know i'm no good for you?
As with every trip Sunjata has taken to Halo, one thought sticks out over and over again. He fucking hates it here. He hates the cold, he hates everything about it. They may have dressed up the Citadel nicely, but all Sunjata can think of is that ridiculous trip he had taken with Phoebe when they’d been married, paired with the time he’d trudged back to the Inn, covered in blood, having lost nearly half of his guild.
Its that latter thought that has the darker lantern in his hand held a bit more close. But he arrives with two, the one he’d always brought for the Festival of Lights, the one closest to his heart in bronze metal and flamed pieces in the windows, the one for his flame, for Lusea. The second is the newest one, a lantern of dark metal, shapes etched into the sides, leather added into the finer details, for Adam.
He’s wrapped up in jackets and a scarf to hide the bright splotched bruising on his face, a jaw that pulses and hurts any time he tries to move it. So he’s the prime example of upset, even more so with the lanterns heavy memories settled in his arms, moving along the crowd with Nate to find a place to hang both the lanterns, hanging Adam’s first and sending a quiet attuned comment with it, before moving onto Lusea’s with a heavy sigh, gloved fingers running along the edge of the bronze, adding some more quiet comments, before stepping back and shoving his hands into his pockets. Why did it have to be Halo? He rumbles with quite a bit of upset, aimed directly toward Nate as his silver gaze scans the crowd.
Its that latter thought that has the darker lantern in his hand held a bit more close. But he arrives with two, the one he’d always brought for the Festival of Lights, the one closest to his heart in bronze metal and flamed pieces in the windows, the one for his flame, for Lusea. The second is the newest one, a lantern of dark metal, shapes etched into the sides, leather added into the finer details, for Adam.
He’s wrapped up in jackets and a scarf to hide the bright splotched bruising on his face, a jaw that pulses and hurts any time he tries to move it. So he’s the prime example of upset, even more so with the lanterns heavy memories settled in his arms, moving along the crowd with Nate to find a place to hang both the lanterns, hanging Adam’s first and sending a quiet attuned comment with it, before moving onto Lusea’s with a heavy sigh, gloved fingers running along the edge of the bronze, adding some more quiet comments, before stepping back and shoving his hands into his pockets. Why did it have to be Halo? He rumbles with quite a bit of upset, aimed directly toward Nate as his silver gaze scans the crowd.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
