no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
He forgets sometimes that Frey can read him easily – having lost the ability to focus on hiding his thoughts away from the deity (having no need to since his betrayal of Safrin), and there’s some relief when Frey advises that he wouldn’t exactly be left alone. It was a good enough answer for him, inspired enough to maybe make the best of the situation.
His head tilts into the hand in his hair, the confirmation of the season it will be held far enough away that Sunjata didn’t feel the need to scramble. “I’ll post up the notices, then.” He comments softly, accepting his role for the distraction it will provide while also hopefully giving him something to actually build and focus on again.
“Thank you.” His voice is stronger now, less of the waning worry and guilt swirling in his gut despite the effects of the tonic.
His head tilts into the hand in his hair, the confirmation of the season it will be held far enough away that Sunjata didn’t feel the need to scramble. “I’ll post up the notices, then.” He comments softly, accepting his role for the distraction it will provide while also hopefully giving him something to actually build and focus on again.
“Thank you.” His voice is stronger now, less of the waning worry and guilt swirling in his gut despite the effects of the tonic.
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.
