better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
More arrive, and Sunjata’s attention shifts momentarily to Harper and offers the man a small smile. No hard feelings between them – despite what the wedding might have had others believe. Besides, he truly enjoyed the time in the bar that Libbs, Maea, Harper and he all had. But that was what felt like forever ago. A small smile is given toward Osozo in greeting as well, before his attention flickers back to Bastien and chuckling lightly at the response given. “I bet Frey would love that.” He remarks with a bit of sarcasm, a quiet laugh.
But then once everyone had arrived, he settles a bit to focus on the wall and what Bastien had asked of them. Painting, for the primary gods, a quick glance given toward the pot in the corner, before his steel gaze flits back. A few moments of consideration while everyone else starts to kind of figure out where they wanted to start, and Sunjata’s gaze flickers toward Amalia once more. “Guess I’ll take Frey?” He rumbles, waiting for a protest. But he’d never seen Ludo aside from the event on Torchline’s shores.
So he goes toward the table, grabbing a variety of random colors – ones that blend together well enough with an almost cool sort of tone. He’s familiar enough with art – the tattoos on his skin a reminder of diving into those more artistic waters. But he’s not exactly an artist much himself, so he focuses on something that could be abstract enough to work and make sense, adding to that somewhat fluidity that Frey held with the way they appeared differently to everyone.
He starts with blocking out a few different shapes for their face and torso, half mixing and melding the colors to cover a variety of bases – recalling how Frey often appeared to him with a similar darker bronze hue of Lusea’s skin. But he leaves it open for everyone else’s imaginations, sparks of a variety of colors splashed within with a pallet knife. And before he knows it, he has a base down for the shape.
Sunjata takes Frey!
But then once everyone had arrived, he settles a bit to focus on the wall and what Bastien had asked of them. Painting, for the primary gods, a quick glance given toward the pot in the corner, before his steel gaze flits back. A few moments of consideration while everyone else starts to kind of figure out where they wanted to start, and Sunjata’s gaze flickers toward Amalia once more. “Guess I’ll take Frey?” He rumbles, waiting for a protest. But he’d never seen Ludo aside from the event on Torchline’s shores.
So he goes toward the table, grabbing a variety of random colors – ones that blend together well enough with an almost cool sort of tone. He’s familiar enough with art – the tattoos on his skin a reminder of diving into those more artistic waters. But he’s not exactly an artist much himself, so he focuses on something that could be abstract enough to work and make sense, adding to that somewhat fluidity that Frey held with the way they appeared differently to everyone.
He starts with blocking out a few different shapes for their face and torso, half mixing and melding the colors to cover a variety of bases – recalling how Frey often appeared to him with a similar darker bronze hue of Lusea’s skin. But he leaves it open for everyone else’s imaginations, sparks of a variety of colors splashed within with a pallet knife. And before he knows it, he has a base down for the shape.
Sunjata takes Frey!
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.
