// 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 //
Edmund doesn’t fuss and Sunjata’s quietly thankful for that, even if he has woken the child up. It’s likely he won’t end up sleeping tonight because of it, though he figures (unfortunately for Maeve) that it isn’t a problem for him, so much. As it stands, though, he’s quite distracted by the tapestry that’s made and when Maeve approaches and rests her hand along his spine, she’ll feel the edge of a shark bite scar, and the skin and spine beneath it tense as can be.
He works his jaw after he offers his thanks, before he’s reaching for it to fold it up and complete the payment with the crafter, one who’s given him quite a deal given the things he’d done for Torchline in his time, and with it Sunjata can only dip his head in agreement, placing the tapestry in the bag along with the bottles of alcohol, before his gaze drifts to Maeve. “I thought it would be.” He agrees hoarsely, a slight glassy sheen to his gaze that he blinks away.
And after a few heartbeats more, he’s controlled himself back into the calm quiet stone of a man that might have one day made his father proud. “Firewood?” He asks, letting her take the lead again.
He works his jaw after he offers his thanks, before he’s reaching for it to fold it up and complete the payment with the crafter, one who’s given him quite a deal given the things he’d done for Torchline in his time, and with it Sunjata can only dip his head in agreement, placing the tapestry in the bag along with the bottles of alcohol, before his gaze drifts to Maeve. “I thought it would be.” He agrees hoarsely, a slight glassy sheen to his gaze that he blinks away.
And after a few heartbeats more, he’s controlled himself back into the calm quiet stone of a man that might have one day made his father proud. “Firewood?” He asks, letting her take the lead again.
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.
