right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
Well, he isn’t expecting that answer, but it does bring him out of the dark hole he’s squirreled himself away into just enough to manage a huff of a laugh, a short breathy sound paired with a small smile that tugs at the scar spanning the side of his face. Taking a deep breath, he shrugs, looks around the space behind Nikolai before his gaze lands back on the young Ascended. “He is, when he wants to be.” He agrees, not diving into he fact that it was part of the reason Sunjata loved him so much – the neverending need to be overwhelmed that Nate was particularly good at.
Though, it’s nothing compared to the comment of Wessex – Sunjata’s gaze snapping to the young Ascended as an actual laugh leaves him, a bark and throaty sound that has him wincing as it pushes the wounds to his neck to the surface, Sunjata reaching up to unwind the bandages so that he might be able to put them back on. “Well I’m glad Wessex makes you feel safe. Guess that means you’re on her good side, huh?” Because while Sunjata and Wessex got along tentatively, the two of them certainly had more arguments than friendship get togethers.
The bandages are pulled away to reveal the deep, pink scarring that bisects his compass tattoos on either side of his neck, stopping just under his jaw in the fleshy part below his jawbone, right underneath the two sets of earrings that sit in his ears, one curved and tapered and glinting gold while the other dangles with a feather and blue gems. “Can’t say I relate to that.” He looks back at Nikolai as he spools the bandages into his hands.
Though, it’s nothing compared to the comment of Wessex – Sunjata’s gaze snapping to the young Ascended as an actual laugh leaves him, a bark and throaty sound that has him wincing as it pushes the wounds to his neck to the surface, Sunjata reaching up to unwind the bandages so that he might be able to put them back on. “Well I’m glad Wessex makes you feel safe. Guess that means you’re on her good side, huh?” Because while Sunjata and Wessex got along tentatively, the two of them certainly had more arguments than friendship get togethers.
The bandages are pulled away to reveal the deep, pink scarring that bisects his compass tattoos on either side of his neck, stopping just under his jaw in the fleshy part below his jawbone, right underneath the two sets of earrings that sit in his ears, one curved and tapered and glinting gold while the other dangles with a feather and blue gems. “Can’t say I relate to that.” He looks back at Nikolai as he spools the bandages into his hands.
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.
