SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
He nods to her appreciation – he hopes she’d do the same for his own children if they were to take a random adventure and she were to stumble upon them – but that’s not entirely what he’s here for. He manages to get it off his chest, watching as she takes the information, the twitch of a frown crossing his face at the thought of Aidon accompanying Edmund (how he misses how Haai used to do the very same for Seren and Kamaria), but that’s where Pemota comes in at the very least.
The rest, though, she blinks at him and her brows pinch together and the frown does cross along his face, tugging at the jagged scar his father had left him with. He’s silent while she picks her words, leaning back only when she begins to digest the information, but only just so that he can grab the glass to take another sip of the liquor, to let it burn in his stomach as he begins to roll the glass between his hands. “I’ve heard rumors but nothing concrete.” He murmurs with a small shrug of one scarred shoulder. “I figured it would be better safe than the latter.”
As for the fact the child was Abandoned, he brings up that topic again once more. “He was concerned about it. Worried that Safrin would be upset with you if he were Abandoned. I assured him it wasn’t the case.” And with that, subconsciously, he reaches up with a free hand to rub at the constellation tattoo on his chest. “But he wanted to test it, so we did. He held the flame from my lighter in his hands.” And it didn’t hurt him one bit. “He said he could feel Apopo.” His gaze drifts past her, toward a window that faces the volcano that had erupted only a few years prior, before his head tilts and the steel gaze is softer when it meets her face again.
The rest, though, she blinks at him and her brows pinch together and the frown does cross along his face, tugging at the jagged scar his father had left him with. He’s silent while she picks her words, leaning back only when she begins to digest the information, but only just so that he can grab the glass to take another sip of the liquor, to let it burn in his stomach as he begins to roll the glass between his hands. “I’ve heard rumors but nothing concrete.” He murmurs with a small shrug of one scarred shoulder. “I figured it would be better safe than the latter.”
As for the fact the child was Abandoned, he brings up that topic again once more. “He was concerned about it. Worried that Safrin would be upset with you if he were Abandoned. I assured him it wasn’t the case.” And with that, subconsciously, he reaches up with a free hand to rub at the constellation tattoo on his chest. “But he wanted to test it, so we did. He held the flame from my lighter in his hands.” And it didn’t hurt him one bit. “He said he could feel Apopo.” His gaze drifts past her, toward a window that faces the volcano that had erupted only a few years prior, before his head tilts and the steel gaze is softer when it meets her face again.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
