right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
The dragon trots over and Sunjata only notices when the dragon’s nosing his hand. It makes for a good distraction, at least, and he does give into scratching Aidon’s scales, gently and idly with as much distraction as everything else he has. The rum is placed in a glass and handed to him and he lifts it to his lips, taking a sip. “It’s good.” He says gently, swallowing against the burn as he turns his attention back to Maeve.
Rum wasn’t his favorite, but it was still up there in favoritism. So he nurses the glass, scratches Aidon, and watches Maeve as she comments on his voice. “Getting there, yes.” He agrees gently. “I tore it a few times in the process so it’s taken longer.” Perhaps she might remember the blood that had streaked part of his cheek during their argument, if she needed some sort of reference.
“And you?” He asks, pausing a moment. “You look tired.”
Rum wasn’t his favorite, but it was still up there in favoritism. So he nurses the glass, scratches Aidon, and watches Maeve as she comments on his voice. “Getting there, yes.” He agrees gently. “I tore it a few times in the process so it’s taken longer.” Perhaps she might remember the blood that had streaked part of his cheek during their argument, if she needed some sort of reference.
“And you?” He asks, pausing a moment. “You look tired.”
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
