don't you know i'm no good for you?
“I will consider it, Amun.” Sunjata says a hint roughly, wanting to be done with the conversation over his husband, over the fact that he could in theory use Nate as some kind of trojan horse, some kind of bomb to be set off provided he doesn’t get what he wants. He hopes that Ronin is far more reasonable than that – though he can’t entirely be sure.
As for the rest of it, Sunjata snorts, shaking his head and conceding the point. They do have whiskey there. In the bar that he built. A bar that he’d built in what became a swift memory of the first soul mate he ever had. A part of him wonders what, provided he was forced to stick around as before, he might make in Nate’s memory. A thought that sours his stomach that doesn’t make it easier when the conversation shifts to Maea. He nods, though, humming an agreement. “Would make things far easier. No war, perhaps.” And what a wish that might be.
He doesn’t get to daydream very long, though, following the path Amun leads until they round a small mound – an iron door set inside a stone doorway. Sunjata’s brow lifts in quiet surprise, a small “hmm” that leaves him before he meets the glance Amun gives him. “Not sure. Perhaps it’s worth investigating?” Though he wouldn’t blame Amun if he didn’t want to venture into a possibility of repeating the reason of his absence for so long.
As for the rest of it, Sunjata snorts, shaking his head and conceding the point. They do have whiskey there. In the bar that he built. A bar that he’d built in what became a swift memory of the first soul mate he ever had. A part of him wonders what, provided he was forced to stick around as before, he might make in Nate’s memory. A thought that sours his stomach that doesn’t make it easier when the conversation shifts to Maea. He nods, though, humming an agreement. “Would make things far easier. No war, perhaps.” And what a wish that might be.
He doesn’t get to daydream very long, though, following the path Amun leads until they round a small mound – an iron door set inside a stone doorway. Sunjata’s brow lifts in quiet surprise, a small “hmm” that leaves him before he meets the glance Amun gives him. “Not sure. Perhaps it’s worth investigating?” Though he wouldn’t blame Amun if he didn’t want to venture into a possibility of repeating the reason of his absence for so long.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
