SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
Luckily for him, Loren doesn’t take long to arrive. And he offers the Launceleyn a small smile. It wasn’t a friendly meeting, by any means, but that didn’t mean Sunjata couldn’t still be friendly to the summoner. But he follows the man into the sitting room, steel gaze flickering around to take it all in before he takes a seat, shrugs off the furs and jacket he wears, gaze flickering back to Loren as he speaks. “Water would be nice. Thanks.” He doesn’t need food right now, but water? Perhaps a nod back to the meeting in the bar.
But he huffs a quiet sigh as he leans back, a solemn kind of seriousness taking over his face as he focuses on the other man. “I’m assuming you have an idea why I’m here?” He asks, if the event at the Festival of Lights were any indication. He imagines Loren might have a pretty decent idea of it, regardless of how much Sunjata wants to pretend he has control over the situation.
But he huffs a quiet sigh as he leans back, a solemn kind of seriousness taking over his face as he focuses on the other man. “I’m assuming you have an idea why I’m here?” He asks, if the event at the Festival of Lights were any indication. He imagines Loren might have a pretty decent idea of it, regardless of how much Sunjata wants to pretend he has control over the situation.
you shut your eyes to pain
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
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.
