i heard you say that you've lost, you've lost, you've lost, you've lost your way
Oh she’s real. She’s definitely real, and there’s little Sunjata can do in between having already made a fool of himself, the spark of pain, and the sun that he’d just departed, to keep the flush from covering his neck and cheeks. And yet, still, he can’t look away from her. Had he ever been able to? He swallows thickly. “I live here, remember?” He finishes her question, finding no harm in it. He hadn’t exactly told her where in King’s End he lived.
Surely she’d know he’d pick somewhere near the ocean.
He recovers, though, looking away from her to make sure he hadn’t lost the bucket he’d dragged along with him and plants it in the mix of sand and dirt on the edge of where the tide had come in, to stiffly approach her. “I’m fine. A few broken ribs but what else is new, hm?” He teases her lightly – the exhaustion from becoming a demigod was gone, but in its place sits exhaustion of trying to heal. "What are you doing out here?" He shoots the question back, a dark brow rising.
Surely she’d know he’d pick somewhere near the ocean.
He recovers, though, looking away from her to make sure he hadn’t lost the bucket he’d dragged along with him and plants it in the mix of sand and dirt on the edge of where the tide had come in, to stiffly approach her. “I’m fine. A few broken ribs but what else is new, hm?” He teases her lightly – the exhaustion from becoming a demigod was gone, but in its place sits exhaustion of trying to heal. "What are you doing out here?" He shoots the question back, a dark brow rising.
but i don't think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you
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.
