first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
His gaze is distant, all the previous distractions pinpointed and gone in a moment as he focuses on the idea of talking with Safrin — a part of him wondering what he’d even talk to Safrin about anymore. The lines had been drawn, Sunjata had fathered a child of hers, and now? Regardless of how much Safrin says she’s there for him, (not that he doesn’t appreciate it and need it in times like these) it hurts. And it hurts because it feels like a replacement for someone that’s already there, someone that isn’t right to the old gods and their heralds, and it leaves him feeling lost.
Torn between the person he loves and the goddess he’s sworn himself to.
It isn’t entirely Maeve’s fault, though. He is happy that she’d gone to see Safrin, but there isn’t too much he can say on the subject itself without it coming out bitter and wrong in this present moment. His arm winds around her, giving her a light squeeze as if to say it isn’t her that has brought the mood down for him, but something else. “A way to be there, hm?” He tries to bring that ease of earlier back into his tone. “What did she ask for you to do?” Because it sounded a lot like a quest, like when he’d gotten his daggers from the goddess, like when he’d offered to become hers once again in a pact to save Nate’s life.
Torn between the person he loves and the goddess he’s sworn himself to.
It isn’t entirely Maeve’s fault, though. He is happy that she’d gone to see Safrin, but there isn’t too much he can say on the subject itself without it coming out bitter and wrong in this present moment. His arm winds around her, giving her a light squeeze as if to say it isn’t her that has brought the mood down for him, but something else. “A way to be there, hm?” He tries to bring that ease of earlier back into his tone. “What did she ask for you to do?” Because it sounded a lot like a quest, like when he’d gotten his daggers from the goddess, like when he’d offered to become hers once again in a pact to save Nate’s life.
up high, but i stay low
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.
