SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
At least they could both get in agreement on that particular tidbit. Sunjata needed to start letting people in and the more that Aurelia understood his reactions for certain things, the better off they would be in the long run with their relationship. She could learn his ticks and twitches and in time he’s sure he’d be able to pick out hers too.
She peers at the book, though, and Sunjata moves to tuck it away with a half smirk. “No. I’m… Well, Nate said he was planning on coming back to tell me his answer so I wanted to sort of… Write down some of our good memories and… Put together a scrapbook of them as I sort of work on myself.” His lips flatten into a frown as the words leave his lips. “It sounds stupid. But. I want to try. Don’t suppose you have any thoughts on how to piece one together?” It’s an awkward moment for him, but he pauses before he launches into his explanation of everything else if only to give her a chance to respond.
As for no harm in asking Safrin and the determination to prove her wrong, that loosens him up and retracts the shifts in his skin until nothing remains but solely him. “Good. Safrin would like that I think.” He offers with a breathy laugh. But the laugh leaves him in a way that drifts off when she begins to mention the horse incident, and Sunjata finds himself rolling his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving him as he meets her smirk.
“Yes well, at least if you were Attuned I could have cursed you out while I lunged at you.” He arches a dark brow with this, lifting the glass of water to his lips to hide his smirk.
She peers at the book, though, and Sunjata moves to tuck it away with a half smirk. “No. I’m… Well, Nate said he was planning on coming back to tell me his answer so I wanted to sort of… Write down some of our good memories and… Put together a scrapbook of them as I sort of work on myself.” His lips flatten into a frown as the words leave his lips. “It sounds stupid. But. I want to try. Don’t suppose you have any thoughts on how to piece one together?” It’s an awkward moment for him, but he pauses before he launches into his explanation of everything else if only to give her a chance to respond.
As for no harm in asking Safrin and the determination to prove her wrong, that loosens him up and retracts the shifts in his skin until nothing remains but solely him. “Good. Safrin would like that I think.” He offers with a breathy laugh. But the laugh leaves him in a way that drifts off when she begins to mention the horse incident, and Sunjata finds himself rolling his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving him as he meets her smirk.
“Yes well, at least if you were Attuned I could have cursed you out while I lunged at you.” He arches a dark brow with this, lifting the glass of water to his lips to hide his smirk.
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.
