SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
“And what could I have said that wouldn’t already be seen as a step of betrayal?” Sunjata snaps, gaining a bit of space, eyeing the crimson feathers that truthfully remind him of when Safrin had been burned from his bones. Ronin’s words are low blows and if Sunjata didn’t feel like his ribs were about to crack and fall apart he’d likely have huffed a laugh. Instead, the most he can do is huff a sound of air, shake his head a minute amount that doesn’t make it feel like it’s going to explode. “Really?”
Oh but then there’s a demand and Sunjata draws silent, glaring through wet lashes to stare at Ronin with every bit of fire in his being. Of course I know there’s a fucking shrine there. He snaps mentally, because drawing air into his lungs sparks up too much pain. And what happens if I don't? He wants to know just how far Ronin’s willing to push it, how far he’s sure Safrin has her hand up his ass to puppet him around in this holier than thou light.
Oh but then there’s a demand and Sunjata draws silent, glaring through wet lashes to stare at Ronin with every bit of fire in his being. Of course I know there’s a fucking shrine there. He snaps mentally, because drawing air into his lungs sparks up too much pain. And what happens if I don't? He wants to know just how far Ronin’s willing to push it, how far he’s sure Safrin has her hand up his ass to puppet him around in this holier than thou light.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
