i will march down an empty street like a ship into the storm, no surrender, no retreat
i will tear down every wall, just to keep you warm, just to bring you home
i will tear down every wall, just to keep you warm, just to bring you home
Already, Sunjata should’ve known better than to react so outwardly. Because Nate’s so ingrained in his feelings and his thoughts that the moment he stills, and Nate steps forward, it pulls Sunjata out of the trance he’s been in. And also because, you know, the last time anyone he’d loved had gotten close to the man that stands before them, they’d died. So he steps forward, an arm slipping around Nate as he shoves and swallows all those feelings down; dropping that mask into place that he’d worn so well in Korofi — a mask crafted and formed precisely by the man before him.
Narrowed steel slips toward Neos as the man steps forward, sure that Zeph can deal with it. He plasters on a smile, fake likely to Nate and Shaju but believable to anyone else who didn’t know him just as well. “Kane, is it?” He rumbles, pulled out of the dredge of memory that the voice had thrown him into. “Your accent reminded me of where I’m from, it can be a bit jarring.” He explains (he lies), but he passes it off to squeeze Nate in closer, an edge more protective. “Enjoy the party.” He gestures to the rest of the gathering, before his attention flickers back to Neos and Zeph.
“I was simply surprised, nothing to get up in arms about.” If his tone shifts a bit more heavily Korofi, Sunjata pays it no mind as his gaze turns to Zeph and Vai then. “There’s plenty of food and drink, I assume you’ll update us on what we could’ve done better, hm?” This jest is aimed at Zeph with a wink before he’s releasing Nate and stepping back to take a drink and to rearrange the gifts in a way that’s easy to transport home, hoping to all the gods that nobody asks him for deeper information, setting the dragon among the other smaller gifts.
He figures the lie is believable enough. He’d met a man in Halo (Chulane) who held the same accent, a shock and surprise even still yet Sunjata hadn’t known the man.
Narrowed steel slips toward Neos as the man steps forward, sure that Zeph can deal with it. He plasters on a smile, fake likely to Nate and Shaju but believable to anyone else who didn’t know him just as well. “Kane, is it?” He rumbles, pulled out of the dredge of memory that the voice had thrown him into. “Your accent reminded me of where I’m from, it can be a bit jarring.” He explains (he lies), but he passes it off to squeeze Nate in closer, an edge more protective. “Enjoy the party.” He gestures to the rest of the gathering, before his attention flickers back to Neos and Zeph.
“I was simply surprised, nothing to get up in arms about.” If his tone shifts a bit more heavily Korofi, Sunjata pays it no mind as his gaze turns to Zeph and Vai then. “There’s plenty of food and drink, I assume you’ll update us on what we could’ve done better, hm?” This jest is aimed at Zeph with a wink before he’s releasing Nate and stepping back to take a drink and to rearrange the gifts in a way that’s easy to transport home, hoping to all the gods that nobody asks him for deeper information, setting the dragon among the other smaller gifts.
He figures the lie is believable enough. He’d met a man in Halo (Chulane) who held the same accent, a shock and surprise even still yet Sunjata hadn’t known the man.
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.
