temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
Sunjata heaves a sigh, hearing their pasts being the exact opposite of one another. But he does as asked, straightens his spine, bringing his height to its full potential if only so that Bart doesn’t think he’s a kicked puppy. He is, but that’s beside the point.
His apology, however, is met with yet another surprise. Everyone seemed to blame him for everything. Not being quick enough to help the Ascended get more relics, getting imprisoned in Stormbreak’s jail for a day or two, causing ruptures and destruction in his wake wherever it was he seemed to go. At least, that’s what everyone else tells him he’s done, pairing it with how selfish he is.
His head tilts as Bart blames him for disappearing, and Sunjata shakes his head to that. “I never left the refuge.” When it had opened up after the war, Sunjata remained. The one lone figure amongst a place made to protect people when he’d lost himself in the process. And where else were he to go? The only person who even wanted to do anything with him had died. What was left? Trying to force himself into relationships with people who didn’t want it?
Least of all Melita. “What was I going to say to her? She blames me for Nate’s death. She blames me for taking too long to part with his things. We’ve rarely gotten times where we didn’t piss each other off.” Frustration blooms heavily in his chest and he swallows tightly at Bart’s next accusation.
“It’s been two years, first of all. Second of all, Isla’s my business partner.” Sure, they came off as cozy and comfortable, but Sunjata isn’t in a place yet to call them anything. He doesn’t know if he ever will. And that’s an agreement they’ve both come to terms with as far as he knows.
But he isn’t childish enough to throw out a she’s literally my only friend but he wonders if the implication is enough.
His apology, however, is met with yet another surprise. Everyone seemed to blame him for everything. Not being quick enough to help the Ascended get more relics, getting imprisoned in Stormbreak’s jail for a day or two, causing ruptures and destruction in his wake wherever it was he seemed to go. At least, that’s what everyone else tells him he’s done, pairing it with how selfish he is.
His head tilts as Bart blames him for disappearing, and Sunjata shakes his head to that. “I never left the refuge.” When it had opened up after the war, Sunjata remained. The one lone figure amongst a place made to protect people when he’d lost himself in the process. And where else were he to go? The only person who even wanted to do anything with him had died. What was left? Trying to force himself into relationships with people who didn’t want it?
Least of all Melita. “What was I going to say to her? She blames me for Nate’s death. She blames me for taking too long to part with his things. We’ve rarely gotten times where we didn’t piss each other off.” Frustration blooms heavily in his chest and he swallows tightly at Bart’s next accusation.
“It’s been two years, first of all. Second of all, Isla’s my business partner.” Sure, they came off as cozy and comfortable, but Sunjata isn’t in a place yet to call them anything. He doesn’t know if he ever will. And that’s an agreement they’ve both come to terms with as far as he knows.
But he isn’t childish enough to throw out a she’s literally my only friend but he wonders if the implication is enough.
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
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.
