SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“Mmm, yeah, exactly.” Sunjata replies easily, shrugging his shoulders as he tries to ignore diving too deep into his own self reflection on judgements and bigotry. Luckily for him, though, her story of Jack has him absolutely delighted in his amusement and the ability to tuck away the ammo for later. He’s latched onto her words, taken every bit and piece he could, until her realization comes to the forefront.
That Jack might kick her ass for telling him.
It only proves to bring another surprisingly bright laugh into the air as he takes the smoke she’s tossed him, his hands fumbling over his pockets in search for a box of matches that he’s left on the table – before realizing he doesn’t need it as she lights his cigarette for him. “Thanks.” He pauses, taking a drag from it. “I apologize in advance for the ass kicking.” He quips back around the smoke that pours from his lips, thick as thieves with the information that’s been supplied.
It’s such a bright feeling that he doesn’t even let the talk of Safrin and his attunement damper it as he nods along with her understanding of her magic and getting better with it. “That’s great.” He hums to her, taking another drag as he tries to figure out how to word how he’d attuned. “She did. I… Was coming down with the blight and I went to the shrine and asked. She kissed me and…” He pauses as his brows furrow and he moves to flick the ash from the end of the smoke into the ashtray. “She reached into my chest, kind of like last time but more… Delicate. Changed me. I felt different everywhere, like it unlocked some sort of freedom within me. Which, I guess it did. She pulled away and when I opened my eyes, I was a bird.” As if for extra emphasis, he lets the macaw shift show as feathers spread through his tattoos on his shoulders, pouring down his arms in the navy hues that brush against the table as his steel gaze lifts to meet her face.
That Jack might kick her ass for telling him.
It only proves to bring another surprisingly bright laugh into the air as he takes the smoke she’s tossed him, his hands fumbling over his pockets in search for a box of matches that he’s left on the table – before realizing he doesn’t need it as she lights his cigarette for him. “Thanks.” He pauses, taking a drag from it. “I apologize in advance for the ass kicking.” He quips back around the smoke that pours from his lips, thick as thieves with the information that’s been supplied.
It’s such a bright feeling that he doesn’t even let the talk of Safrin and his attunement damper it as he nods along with her understanding of her magic and getting better with it. “That’s great.” He hums to her, taking another drag as he tries to figure out how to word how he’d attuned. “She did. I… Was coming down with the blight and I went to the shrine and asked. She kissed me and…” He pauses as his brows furrow and he moves to flick the ash from the end of the smoke into the ashtray. “She reached into my chest, kind of like last time but more… Delicate. Changed me. I felt different everywhere, like it unlocked some sort of freedom within me. Which, I guess it did. She pulled away and when I opened my eyes, I was a bird.” As if for extra emphasis, he lets the macaw shift show as feathers spread through his tattoos on his shoulders, pouring down his arms in the navy hues that brush against the table as his steel gaze lifts to meet her face.
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.
