my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
The second Jack says it’s open, Sunjata’s turning the knob and dipping inside as quickly as his sore joints will let him. His gaze lifts, finding Jack settled at his desk, infinitely better than the last time he’d stepped foot within the quarters. At least this time Sunjata absolutely plans on keeping his hands to himself and not fucking with anything. He’s bombarded by the scent of rum and cinnamon and something about it is almost homey, almost soothing, if it weren’t for what turmoil settles in his chest.
Regardless, he steps in and takes a seat, catching the towel that’s thrown at him and begins to dry off his hair first and foremost. “Skyboats.” He confirms, running the towel along his face, gingerly away from the slight pain of the scar in his cheek still. “I’m going to agree to it on the condition that we have our own security to meet it and its people here.” He rumbles, pulling the towel away to rub at his scarred and tattooed neck, leveling his steel gaze with Jack. “Was thinking you might like to be in charge of it.” At least, he assumes, only for the fact that it would be Jack and his people enacting the security and punishment.
Regardless, he steps in and takes a seat, catching the towel that’s thrown at him and begins to dry off his hair first and foremost. “Skyboats.” He confirms, running the towel along his face, gingerly away from the slight pain of the scar in his cheek still. “I’m going to agree to it on the condition that we have our own security to meet it and its people here.” He rumbles, pulling the towel away to rub at his scarred and tattooed neck, leveling his steel gaze with Jack. “Was thinking you might like to be in charge of it.” At least, he assumes, only for the fact that it would be Jack and his people enacting the security and punishment.
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
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.
