so you drink your day away till the liquor in your mouth laughs
“She is.” Sunjata practically chimes before nearly drowning himself for the third time before he manages to drink the water. Kamaria was beautiful, bright, blonde through some reason Sunjata didn’t understand, and vibrant green eyes that absorbed and learned about everything she could. But he settles, the cup lowering to his lap, now missing the mirror. “I would.” Sunjata says with no hesitation, before he’s diving into his sass.
An expectant gaze meets Ronin’s, his head tilting to the side as Ronin quips back to him and a dawning realization hits him just at the same time Ronin’s arm does and Sunjata spills the glass. “Well. How was I supposed to know you meant you.” He challenges back, grumpily lifting the empty glass now and trying to pat out the water that’s spilled along his leg. "I mEanT mE." He mutters under his breath. The mention of Seren though does draw his gaze up, a certain softness overcoming it as he regards his friend. “Yeah… I hope so too.” It’s a quiet sigh, before he’s nibbling at his ruined cheek.
“She’s not like you or Seren, though… She’s not a demigod I don’t think. I think she’s Accepted like I was when I came here.” He offers with a pinch of his brow. “How… Did you know?” Was he missing something that would determine whether she was a Demigod or simply just accepted? “You should meet her. I think she’d like you.” He adds a bit quieter, returning to the task of the spilled water.
An expectant gaze meets Ronin’s, his head tilting to the side as Ronin quips back to him and a dawning realization hits him just at the same time Ronin’s arm does and Sunjata spills the glass. “Well. How was I supposed to know you meant you.” He challenges back, grumpily lifting the empty glass now and trying to pat out the water that’s spilled along his leg. "I mEanT mE." He mutters under his breath. The mention of Seren though does draw his gaze up, a certain softness overcoming it as he regards his friend. “Yeah… I hope so too.” It’s a quiet sigh, before he’s nibbling at his ruined cheek.
“She’s not like you or Seren, though… She’s not a demigod I don’t think. I think she’s Accepted like I was when I came here.” He offers with a pinch of his brow. “How… Did you know?” Was he missing something that would determine whether she was a Demigod or simply just accepted? “You should meet her. I think she’d like you.” He adds a bit quieter, returning to the task of the spilled water.
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.
