I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals whose prospects were hanging out in bars
Oh, he can feel the hard set to Nate’s jaw, to the way that Sunjata’s is reflected in the way he works at his. But it’s not until Nate leans back, when the question reaches his ears that Sunjata’s not sure where to begin. He’s positive she’d said that, and if he filters through those hazy and shifting memories perhaps he can remember more. Because he can remember a fairly decent amount of things, some that wouldn’t otherwise matter, but perhaps it does in instances like this. One hand leaves Nate to run through his own hair, to brush the curls from his eyes as he offers a slow nod, a distant gleam to his gaze as he focuses on the memories and filters through.
“Valyrian root… Cannabis oil, chamomile… Hops oil.. lemon something, and yeah the rest of it.” He rumbles, before the haze clears and he’s focusing far harder on Nate as the vitriol reaches him and he’s not sure whether to feel satisfied or far more frustrated with what’s happened to him. But there’s an agreement, and in Sunjata’s defense he does as he always does. “We both weren’t really ourselves…” He swallows hard, trailing off a bit as he regrets even bringing it up.
But when Nate asks what he’s done to deserve it, Sunjata takes a deep inhale of breath, perhaps a bit too sharp – because he does believe he does, and it’s not his spiral. It’s not his spiral. He meets Nate’s gaze, a mirthless smile crossing his face. “It’s everything, isn’t it? I killed… How many people?” Too many. “I got my mother killed. I got Luci tortured and killed, I got my best friend killed here.” His shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug. “It’s a shame it’s not for better reasons.” He tacks on the end, letting his gaze search Nate’s face, anywhere but those electric blue eyes. “I kind of think that... It was always supposed to go this way, you know? Karma and all of that.” But he takes a deep inhale then, looking more fully at Nate now, diving into those swirling blues. “I'm okay, though. I promise.”
“Valyrian root… Cannabis oil, chamomile… Hops oil.. lemon something, and yeah the rest of it.” He rumbles, before the haze clears and he’s focusing far harder on Nate as the vitriol reaches him and he’s not sure whether to feel satisfied or far more frustrated with what’s happened to him. But there’s an agreement, and in Sunjata’s defense he does as he always does. “We both weren’t really ourselves…” He swallows hard, trailing off a bit as he regrets even bringing it up.
But when Nate asks what he’s done to deserve it, Sunjata takes a deep inhale of breath, perhaps a bit too sharp – because he does believe he does, and it’s not his spiral. It’s not his spiral. He meets Nate’s gaze, a mirthless smile crossing his face. “It’s everything, isn’t it? I killed… How many people?” Too many. “I got my mother killed. I got Luci tortured and killed, I got my best friend killed here.” His shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug. “It’s a shame it’s not for better reasons.” He tacks on the end, letting his gaze search Nate’s face, anywhere but those electric blue eyes. “I kind of think that... It was always supposed to go this way, you know? Karma and all of that.” But he takes a deep inhale then, looking more fully at Nate now, diving into those swirling blues. “I'm okay, though. I promise.”
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.
