// 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 //
He knows what it’s like to be plagued by many things to where you can’t sleep. Whether it’s nightmares of restlessness, he’s lucky to catch sleep when he can, when it isn’t offered by the help of one of the bottles in his bag. And despite Nate’s attempts to help him sleep there’s only so much the demigod can do to sway away the depression losing Haai has sunk him into.
At the very least he has this fitting tribute to her — something he can look to and remember all the happy memories they’d had. He still even has that tiny scar on his finger from the day she hatched.
He’s both there in the moment and not as he follows Maeve, as Edmund latches onto a lock of brown curls. Sunjata focuses on the route they take and that’s that. “How much do you need?” He asks, wondering if it’s an amount that will need to be hauled, and at the very least he’s got a couple of shifts that can help with that.
At the very least he has this fitting tribute to her — something he can look to and remember all the happy memories they’d had. He still even has that tiny scar on his finger from the day she hatched.
He’s both there in the moment and not as he follows Maeve, as Edmund latches onto a lock of brown curls. Sunjata focuses on the route they take and that’s that. “How much do you need?” He asks, wondering if it’s an amount that will need to be hauled, and at the very least he’s got a couple of shifts that can help with that.
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.
