SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“For some reason.” Sunjata murmurs with a slight shrug, taking a sip of his water now to try and wash down the buzzing of the alcohol. But they talk of Kamaria and darkness, of her light among it all, and Sunjata can’t help but to nod as Aurelia mentions she understands. Of course she would – the two of them were so similar in that way. But Saartjie, his own sister, hadn’t been so much of a beam of light as she had been a savior for him.
Something that he’d needed in his darkest times. Someone that had cared for him when he had nobody else to.
His gaze lifts as she straightens, nodding at the way Aurelia tries to brighten up. “Thank you, Aurelia.” He decides after a moment, giving her a softer smile, settling in as his hand idly spins the glass of water to hear how her visit went. Initially, he wants to freeze up with it – but he is glad she’s gone, after all.
There’s a click of his tongue at the scoff from Aurelia, a crooked almost playful smile crossing his face. “I imagine it’s because you’re abandoned and you have to prove yourself a bit more.” He pauses with his interjection. “You’ll do it, though.” A hint of his belief in her that she’d be able to get whatever it was accomplished.
“She has a way of getting it out of you.” He hums lightly, managing a softer laugh as the alcohol warms him from within. “A shield, huh? I think that’s fitting. What do you have to do?”
Something that he’d needed in his darkest times. Someone that had cared for him when he had nobody else to.
His gaze lifts as she straightens, nodding at the way Aurelia tries to brighten up. “Thank you, Aurelia.” He decides after a moment, giving her a softer smile, settling in as his hand idly spins the glass of water to hear how her visit went. Initially, he wants to freeze up with it – but he is glad she’s gone, after all.
There’s a click of his tongue at the scoff from Aurelia, a crooked almost playful smile crossing his face. “I imagine it’s because you’re abandoned and you have to prove yourself a bit more.” He pauses with his interjection. “You’ll do it, though.” A hint of his belief in her that she’d be able to get whatever it was accomplished.
“She has a way of getting it out of you.” He hums lightly, managing a softer laugh as the alcohol warms him from within. “A shield, huh? I think that’s fitting. What do you have to do?”
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.
