if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
Is he better now? Are things better now? For a moment he considers the question before he nods decisively, letting words slip that Sam might not know about given the fact that he’s from the Grounds and likely not in the loop of Torchline as a whole. “Better now, yeah.” He admits, brows pinching for a second, not quite seeing Sam settle where he looks uncomfortable, even if his gaze lands that way. “I killed my father a couple weeks ago, so, you know.” He lets that ball drop, before his gaze is lifting at the mention of Sam being Ascended.
And while it makes sense, Sunjata can’t help but to snort lightly and nod – grabbing a drink for himself and slipping over to the opposite side to settle in – a pop of his back is heard when he sits, his steel gaze lifting to meet Sam a bit more officially. “I remember.” He offers instead of mentioning how Nate still ate and drank things, how he still smoked cigarettes and made coffee in the morning. But that’s neither here nor there, and as Sam speaks up, Sunjata’s nodding his head.
“I am.” (For now, it seems) “Do you want to explain it a bit more now that we’re face to face?” He leans back in his chair, long legs stretching out before him, the starry Safrin tattoos on his arms swirling with the slightest, briefest movement of stars in the sky.
And while it makes sense, Sunjata can’t help but to snort lightly and nod – grabbing a drink for himself and slipping over to the opposite side to settle in – a pop of his back is heard when he sits, his steel gaze lifting to meet Sam a bit more officially. “I remember.” He offers instead of mentioning how Nate still ate and drank things, how he still smoked cigarettes and made coffee in the morning. But that’s neither here nor there, and as Sam speaks up, Sunjata’s nodding his head.
“I am.” (For now, it seems) “Do you want to explain it a bit more now that we’re face to face?” He leans back in his chair, long legs stretching out before him, the starry Safrin tattoos on his arms swirling with the slightest, briefest movement of stars in the sky.
with wings that burn and boys who fall
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.
