no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
“I’m afraid you’ve likely missed your chance, then.” Comes the soft drawl, head tilting slightly, chin remaining held high as the Ancient inspects the marks. He should probably be more protective over them, some of the last little scars left, but there’s something that twists within him — different from his upset over his prior thoughts — this time it’s different as his skin reddens further with the lips and teeth pressed to a spot that once upon a time was very distinctly taken.
Not anymore, he supposes. And when Danta pulls back, Sunjata loosens a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding.
He does look up, though, and the mention of good or bad days has him working his jaw before he answers quietly. “I haven’t had a good day in over a year.” As if that answers his question.
Not anymore, he supposes. And when Danta pulls back, Sunjata loosens a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding.
He does look up, though, and the mention of good or bad days has him working his jaw before he answers quietly. “I haven’t had a good day in over a year.” As if that answers his question.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
