maybe i'll lie to you, maybe i'll play this role
maybe i'll act like my act is together
“Frey is not like the other heralds.” He teases lightly, able to find the relief within it. Safrin and Ludo appeared… Greedy, manipulative, like it was their way or the highway. Frey on the other hand simply wanted life to move on with the least amount of damages. Their motto seemed much like the ‘have fun, enjoy, just in case it’s your last you should indulge’. Which, truthfully, Sunjata needs a bit more experience with it.
He's still a little touchy on the subject, of course. But he’s getting better. Enough so that he can offer advice and help wherever needed, and it seems like he’s certainly the type of company that Harper needs right now, even if in his mind the other man keeps checking all the boxes he himself had checked and bypassed what felt like ages ago.
It’s what sparks the rumbling chuckle from his lips, courtesy of the help with the alcohol and not the story that Harper provides. If anything, complete and utter understanding flows through the bond toward the King of Torchline, lips twisting in a playful smile. “It’s no wonder Phoebe liked you so much.” He drawls with a slight playful tone to his voice. “I did the exact same thing, and you know what happened? It never got to the point where I completely lost control. Arguments, sure, but everything else was purely just me.” Maybe a balm, maybe it doesn’t help, but Sunjata has to say it all the same.
As for the rest, he watches Harper’s head fall into his palm and Sunjata pours himself a bit more of the whiskey, sipping from it rather than downing it – even though it takes a lot more alcohol these days to get him fucked up the way he occasionally wanted to be. “What’s the worst that happens if it does or doesn’t? Besides, the rooms I offer are magical. They’ll be whatever you want in the moment.” A casual shrug before he continues, leaning across the table a bit to get closer toward the other man with a roguish smirk that tugs on the scar bisecting his cheek. “I know what you mean. We have options, though, whomever suits your fancy.” He leans back, swirling the liquor in the glass, his steel gaze flickering from it to Harper, a note of playfulness through the bond that aims to dash away the sorrow and loneliness.
He's still a little touchy on the subject, of course. But he’s getting better. Enough so that he can offer advice and help wherever needed, and it seems like he’s certainly the type of company that Harper needs right now, even if in his mind the other man keeps checking all the boxes he himself had checked and bypassed what felt like ages ago.
It’s what sparks the rumbling chuckle from his lips, courtesy of the help with the alcohol and not the story that Harper provides. If anything, complete and utter understanding flows through the bond toward the King of Torchline, lips twisting in a playful smile. “It’s no wonder Phoebe liked you so much.” He drawls with a slight playful tone to his voice. “I did the exact same thing, and you know what happened? It never got to the point where I completely lost control. Arguments, sure, but everything else was purely just me.” Maybe a balm, maybe it doesn’t help, but Sunjata has to say it all the same.
As for the rest, he watches Harper’s head fall into his palm and Sunjata pours himself a bit more of the whiskey, sipping from it rather than downing it – even though it takes a lot more alcohol these days to get him fucked up the way he occasionally wanted to be. “What’s the worst that happens if it does or doesn’t? Besides, the rooms I offer are magical. They’ll be whatever you want in the moment.” A casual shrug before he continues, leaning across the table a bit to get closer toward the other man with a roguish smirk that tugs on the scar bisecting his cheek. “I know what you mean. We have options, though, whomever suits your fancy.” He leans back, swirling the liquor in the glass, his steel gaze flickering from it to Harper, a note of playfulness through the bond that aims to dash away the sorrow and loneliness.
maybe i'll cope with life without hope
maybe i'll open the door and fall through the floor
SuNJATA
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.
