no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
If he truly was the judge of that, Sunjata would state the same thing – that it would be something the Ancient wouldn’t want to know. Regardless, though, Sunjata simply hums along, keeping the warmth of the man above him practically glued to him, like he might burn away all the shadows that invade his mind. The shadows that start to creep in slowly but surely now that the sensations have died down.
Exhaustion weighs heavily on his shoulders when he hears Danta speak, a soft little hm? croaking out of him when the question airs and he huffs a soft sigh, closing his eyes. “Chasing memories. Apopo blew up a couple of years ago, was sort of wondering if it’d do it again.” The brutal honesty drips from his lips, head tilting slightly to press his cheek to the warmth of the rock beneath him as if he’d said something so casual as the weather’s nicer up here.
Exhaustion weighs heavily on his shoulders when he hears Danta speak, a soft little hm? croaking out of him when the question airs and he huffs a soft sigh, closing his eyes. “Chasing memories. Apopo blew up a couple of years ago, was sort of wondering if it’d do it again.” The brutal honesty drips from his lips, head tilting slightly to press his cheek to the warmth of the rock beneath him as if he’d said something so casual as the weather’s nicer up here.
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.
