SUNJATA
Sunjata nods his support of that, despite knowing how variable that Torchline’s Interests really ran. It all depended on the Governors and what they deemed to be relevant and important, with each one focusing on other things. For Sunjata? His idea of running Torchline hadn’t flown with Safrin, and after being torn and stuck in the middle for so long, he had to break away.
It didn’t mean he didn’t love Torchline any less. He still believed his days would be spent in old age alongside a beach somewhere with a nice home and his family nearby. Provided he ever got to old age.
Sunjata hums his agreement, even as she nudges his side with a light bump, his head tilting back down toward her as his gaze scans her with a raise of his brow at the smile she beams up at him. And of course, he rolls his eyes, unable to keep from doing it. “Glorious purpose, huh?” He mutters, keeping his hands still in his pockets. “We’ll see how you feel in a year.” He teases her back easily, huffing a soft laugh beneath his breath.
It didn’t mean he didn’t love Torchline any less. He still believed his days would be spent in old age alongside a beach somewhere with a nice home and his family nearby. Provided he ever got to old age.
Sunjata hums his agreement, even as she nudges his side with a light bump, his head tilting back down toward her as his gaze scans her with a raise of his brow at the smile she beams up at him. And of course, he rolls his eyes, unable to keep from doing it. “Glorious purpose, huh?” He mutters, keeping his hands still in his pockets. “We’ll see how you feel in a year.” He teases her back easily, huffing a soft laugh beneath his breath.
i no longer know if i wish to drown myself
in love, vodka, or the sea
in love, vodka, or the sea
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.
