so you drink your day away till the liquor in your mouth laughs
To be honest he probably should have expected it, the fist that is. But he doesn’t and it hits with enough force Sunjata may have actually, finally, cracked a tooth. Luckily for the Flood (or unluckily) there’s a wall behind him, one he stumbles back into, a sluggish attempt at bringing his fists up to try and block Ronin’s punches, before it fails inevitably. A hiss of pain leaves him, cutting through his inebriation with such sharpness he can’t help but to wince and squint through as the next punch arrives. “Fuck, Ronin. Stop.” He pants, slumping into the wall.
His hands manage to come out, fingers uselessly gripping to the front of Ronin’s clothes as if that might stop the Star from another punch. Sunjata’s too far gone to actually be able to muster anything even close to a retaliation. So he leans over and spits blood out onto the street, runs his tongue along his teeth to ensure they’re all there. “What I was thinking.” He begins, panting. “I wanted to save Nate.” He manages, sucking down a breath against the sharpness of the pain. “But, sorta backfired. No, really backfired. So go on. Be like Deimos and Hotaru and everyone else.” He pauses to wince again, leaning back against the wall. “Go on ‘n tell me just how shitty I am. Remind me.” A humorless and cold smile crosses his face, bunching up the scar, bloody and full of frustration.
“Remind me, Ronin, that my father was right about me. Please. Everyone else has.”
His hands manage to come out, fingers uselessly gripping to the front of Ronin’s clothes as if that might stop the Star from another punch. Sunjata’s too far gone to actually be able to muster anything even close to a retaliation. So he leans over and spits blood out onto the street, runs his tongue along his teeth to ensure they’re all there. “What I was thinking.” He begins, panting. “I wanted to save Nate.” He manages, sucking down a breath against the sharpness of the pain. “But, sorta backfired. No, really backfired. So go on. Be like Deimos and Hotaru and everyone else.” He pauses to wince again, leaning back against the wall. “Go on ‘n tell me just how shitty I am. Remind me.” A humorless and cold smile crosses his face, bunching up the scar, bloody and full of frustration.
“Remind me, Ronin, that my father was right about me. Please. Everyone else has.”
and the mirrors paint you beautiful like older photographs
but we grow, we grow old, even this won't last
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.
