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
She leans into his touch and his arm slips around her slender shoulders, brazen by the drink running through his blood stream, and he huffs a quiet sigh at her question, head dipping a fraction as he turns to glance at the glass settled on the table that he’d drank from and the one of her own that’s rather empty – lifting a hand to signal to the barkeep for another round because it feels like they’re both going to need it. “I only found out recently during LongNight that it wasn’t for her. That she caught feelings.” He assumes the feelings are gone now, but he has no way of confirming it, not without bringing it up to Maeve. And regardless of the jealousy he feels for Locke, he trusts the other Attuned’s words on the subject.
Her hand moves to his knee and his gaze drops to it, before lifting to meet her face – cramped in this dark corner that they are, his hand slips around to cover her own, thumb brushing along the top of it as he huffs a sigh. “She was. But I don’t think she noticed all of them.” And Hotaru knew how detrimental rumors could be. “Honestly? I don’t care if they do or don’t, but I care for Edmund’s safety what an association to me might be like for him.” He admits, working his jaw before his posture loosens its tension and he sags a bit into the seat beside her right when the new glasses are set on the table.
The hand that covers hers leaves to grab the near finished drink of his to down the rest and slide the empty glass toward the center of the table where he can pull the new glass closer to him. “As it stands, though, she’s ruling Torchline and given the… Awkwardness of our relationship now and how much she doesn’t like Nate, it's easier being in the Wilds.” He shrugs, his steel gaze returning to her face.
Her hand moves to his knee and his gaze drops to it, before lifting to meet her face – cramped in this dark corner that they are, his hand slips around to cover her own, thumb brushing along the top of it as he huffs a sigh. “She was. But I don’t think she noticed all of them.” And Hotaru knew how detrimental rumors could be. “Honestly? I don’t care if they do or don’t, but I care for Edmund’s safety what an association to me might be like for him.” He admits, working his jaw before his posture loosens its tension and he sags a bit into the seat beside her right when the new glasses are set on the table.
The hand that covers hers leaves to grab the near finished drink of his to down the rest and slide the empty glass toward the center of the table where he can pull the new glass closer to him. “As it stands, though, she’s ruling Torchline and given the… Awkwardness of our relationship now and how much she doesn’t like Nate, it's easier being in the Wilds.” He shrugs, his steel gaze returning to her face.
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.
