// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
“What kind of defenses?” He asks, pretending it’s an idle conversation despite the way his mind flickers to the Ascended – to a similar thing that the Grounds had done against the Order, wondering if Maeve would go so far as to prevent the Ascended from stepping foot in Torchline despite knowing she had some kind of friendship with Adam despite the fact. Mostly, he just wonders if it’ll stop him from ever coming back to the land he’d ruled once, the land he’d waited months for holed up in the Hollowed Grounds.
Her comment of coming with and not wanting to intrude sparks a huff of laughter from Sunjata – though it isn’t amused. “It’s probably best you didn’t. Or maybe for my sake it would’ve been better.” A shoulder rises and falls in a shrug, trying his best not to jostle the child in his arms. “I pissed off Safrin that day, so.” And he had tried his best to make it up to her since then.
He picks a few bottles for himself, a couple of different whiskeys – smokey and aged and one that harbors a fruit of some sort while the other is far more vanilla, before he slips up to the counter with her and sets it down – his free hand rising to rest at Edmund’s back as he leans forward to inspect the bottles she’d picked. “Hopefully you won’t.” He agrees quietly, before he's tossing in a few packs of cigarettes into the mixture of what he's chosen.
Her comment of coming with and not wanting to intrude sparks a huff of laughter from Sunjata – though it isn’t amused. “It’s probably best you didn’t. Or maybe for my sake it would’ve been better.” A shoulder rises and falls in a shrug, trying his best not to jostle the child in his arms. “I pissed off Safrin that day, so.” And he had tried his best to make it up to her since then.
He picks a few bottles for himself, a couple of different whiskeys – smokey and aged and one that harbors a fruit of some sort while the other is far more vanilla, before he slips up to the counter with her and sets it down – his free hand rising to rest at Edmund’s back as he leans forward to inspect the bottles she’d picked. “Hopefully you won’t.” He agrees quietly, before he's tossing in a few packs of cigarettes into the mixture of what he's chosen.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
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.
