so you drink your day away till the liquor in your mouth laughs
Inebriated as he is, Sunjata would say every thought on his mind, even if it pulled and tugged at the wounds to his face. It’s what had gotten him into so much shit, to be honest, and yet here he is. He’s lucky that it’s Ronin right now he faces – in a way, despite the wounds to his face coming from the Star. He lets Ronin grab the items and he idly peers at himself in the mirror until he’s speaking again, the mirror dropping into his lap.
A visual grimace crosses his face when Ronin begins to clean up the wounds, is both in part of pain and the agreeance of the words Ronin says. “Yeah.” Sunjata repeats gingerly, quietly, a pinch of his brows that seems to suggest he doesn’t want to wait but that he has to.
A huff of a sigh leaves him when Ronin asks to see the tattoo, before he nods and moves to pull up his shirt. There, in the center of his chest, sits the constellation tattoo. “When I told Nate and Ru, Ru stabbed me in the leg. And… The tattoo moved, it healed it.” But it wasn’t healing the wounds Ronin had given him. He doesn’t know what it means, truth be told.
He doesn’t know how any of it works.
A visual grimace crosses his face when Ronin begins to clean up the wounds, is both in part of pain and the agreeance of the words Ronin says. “Yeah.” Sunjata repeats gingerly, quietly, a pinch of his brows that seems to suggest he doesn’t want to wait but that he has to.
A huff of a sigh leaves him when Ronin asks to see the tattoo, before he nods and moves to pull up his shirt. There, in the center of his chest, sits the constellation tattoo. “When I told Nate and Ru, Ru stabbed me in the leg. And… The tattoo moved, it healed it.” But it wasn’t healing the wounds Ronin had given him. He doesn’t know what it means, truth be told.
He doesn’t know how any of it works.
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.
