// make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
He leans back a fraction in the seat, eyes focused on Jack while Nate’s hands give an amount of comfort to his shoulders. The paper is slid over and immediately, immediately upon opening it and spying the first recount from Jack that he’s written down, from when the unicorn was attacked, his stomach sinks. Both Nate and Jack would likely feel it, but he works his jaw, sits a bit more forward, scarred fingers dancing over the edge of the file before his index finger taps at it.
Atlas, the unicorn that had healed him LongNight before last. Hotaru’s unicorn.
He glances up to see Jack’s offered wrist, figuring that Nate would get the first count while he reads, any additional information Nate would be able to fill in the gaps. So he focuses back on the file, a low thrumming bit of anger and confusion swirling within him. Notes of Adam and Seren and Maeve and Aurelia… But not, meeting him in just an ounce of more confusion.
The eagle, too, sparks interest, but he supposes wherever Hotaru goes, Deimos is sure to follow.
Especially after the threat given to him in his home.
Even though he was quite certain that things had ended on a good note, quite certain that he hadn’t done anything to Hotaru since she decided to leave on her own.
They had parted well, or so he had thought. And it’s that which has the sharp burning line of rage souring him, Sunjata leaning back heavily and balling his hand into a fist as he retracts from the file, in a whirlwind of his own quiet rage while Nate and Jack go over it themselves.
Atlas, the unicorn that had healed him LongNight before last. Hotaru’s unicorn.
He glances up to see Jack’s offered wrist, figuring that Nate would get the first count while he reads, any additional information Nate would be able to fill in the gaps. So he focuses back on the file, a low thrumming bit of anger and confusion swirling within him. Notes of Adam and Seren and Maeve and Aurelia… But not, meeting him in just an ounce of more confusion.
The eagle, too, sparks interest, but he supposes wherever Hotaru goes, Deimos is sure to follow.
Especially after the threat given to him in his home.
Even though he was quite certain that things had ended on a good note, quite certain that he hadn’t done anything to Hotaru since she decided to leave on her own.
They had parted well, or so he had thought. And it’s that which has the sharp burning line of rage souring him, Sunjata leaning back heavily and balling his hand into a fist as he retracts from the file, in a whirlwind of his own quiet rage while Nate and Jack go over it themselves.
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.
