SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“It’s about the only thing keeping me sane right now.” He admits to her with a slight grimace, a twisting of his lips. But she’s opened him up, accompanied him on this endeavor of work and drinking and sitting all by himself. At least Aurelia was good company, a friend, which felt so rare these days.
Her gaze lowers to the blueprints and Sunjata sits forward again, taking a sip of his drink before picking the pencil up again, running through the calculations and time it would take to do it that he doesn’t quite think of her question the way Aurelia thinks of it. He cheers her when she lifts her glass, but the rest of it? It’s autopilot, he doesn’t know what news has made it out of the confines of his home, of his life.
“About which part? My father or the baby?” He lifts his gaze to her to study the reaction. “I should have said something about my father but I didn’t. The mob was the last straw, and Jack had told me to draw him out.” He frowns with this, before he passes by it. “And I’ve ruined quite a lot of shit with the baby that’s coming, so, it’s still a bit of a fresh wound.” His nose wrinkles and he scribbles something beneath a question left on the blueprints.
Her gaze lowers to the blueprints and Sunjata sits forward again, taking a sip of his drink before picking the pencil up again, running through the calculations and time it would take to do it that he doesn’t quite think of her question the way Aurelia thinks of it. He cheers her when she lifts her glass, but the rest of it? It’s autopilot, he doesn’t know what news has made it out of the confines of his home, of his life.
“About which part? My father or the baby?” He lifts his gaze to her to study the reaction. “I should have said something about my father but I didn’t. The mob was the last straw, and Jack had told me to draw him out.” He frowns with this, before he passes by it. “And I’ve ruined quite a lot of shit with the baby that’s coming, so, it’s still a bit of a fresh wound.” His nose wrinkles and he scribbles something beneath a question left on the blueprints.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
