i thought how your courage would never cease, like the waves of the sea
“Mm, yeah.” Sunjata agrees with a soft huff, drawing silent – having not intended on dumping everything onto the young man – regretting it nearly immediately when it came down to it. Sure, he seemed older these days but it was still a lot for someone to just find out about. So he shifts a small amount, able to view Edmund easier as he grows more animated with thoughts and ideas.
Of which, the build a better future part has him unexpectedly finding an amused laugh to slip from his throat. “I’ve done that a few times.” In Korofi, joining the rebellion. Here, trying to get the war to be less terrible. And each one had ended up terribly. Either third time was the charm or it would be the last straw that broke his back for his attempts. He’d either find a way to cope with it all or become some bitter old man.
He doesn’t know which ones worse at the moment. “The Haven is intended to be used however anyone sees fit. It still blocks abilities and currently it has nothing of note to stand for.” Aside from being where he lives to stay away from everyone else. “Though, Frey and I will be hosting a masquerade there in the middle of Deepfrost. I was just heading back from posting the notice about it in Torchline.” He offers softly, appreciative for Edmund’s thoughts on the matter on trying to give him something to work toward.
It's enough that it has him feeling uncharacteristically fatherly as he regards the boy with the same hued eyes as his own, the Flood’s hand reaching up to ruffle the Ancient’s hair between the horns that protrude. “I appreciate the help, Edmund. For now I’m just focusing on working with Frey. They’ve got some ideas, too.” Perhaps both of their thoughts would cross paths eventually – but for now, hopefully the lull between the war and life again would prolong enough that it wasn’t an immediate worry over survival.
Of which, the build a better future part has him unexpectedly finding an amused laugh to slip from his throat. “I’ve done that a few times.” In Korofi, joining the rebellion. Here, trying to get the war to be less terrible. And each one had ended up terribly. Either third time was the charm or it would be the last straw that broke his back for his attempts. He’d either find a way to cope with it all or become some bitter old man.
He doesn’t know which ones worse at the moment. “The Haven is intended to be used however anyone sees fit. It still blocks abilities and currently it has nothing of note to stand for.” Aside from being where he lives to stay away from everyone else. “Though, Frey and I will be hosting a masquerade there in the middle of Deepfrost. I was just heading back from posting the notice about it in Torchline.” He offers softly, appreciative for Edmund’s thoughts on the matter on trying to give him something to work toward.
It's enough that it has him feeling uncharacteristically fatherly as he regards the boy with the same hued eyes as his own, the Flood’s hand reaching up to ruffle the Ancient’s hair between the horns that protrude. “I appreciate the help, Edmund. For now I’m just focusing on working with Frey. They’ve got some ideas, too.” Perhaps both of their thoughts would cross paths eventually – but for now, hopefully the lull between the war and life again would prolong enough that it wasn’t an immediate worry over survival.
the flood
say it once more, speak to my chest; i wanna bleed all of the words you've said
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.
