// i may never sleep tonight as long as you're still burning bright
if i could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep //
if i could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep //
“Ack, don’t remind me. I’m almost thirty.” He rumbles with a tsk sound, amusement clear in his face as he glances back toward Adam, a nod given with a brighter smile when it came to Adam and Nate catching up. It would be good, Sunjata thinks. And at the very least, having Adam and Peter here, more Ascendeds, might prove more helpful for Nate in the late hours of the night when Sunjata was passed out and his husband had nothing else to do other than go for walks. At least there were more like him here now.
As for the legend idea, Sunjata agrees with a huff of a laugh. “The legends are always better than the reality.” A scarred and tattooed shoulder shrugs, but he continues to walk and guide Adam toward the coast and the beach, letting the sunset light begin to drift away and make room for the moonlight to take over. His question in response to the resurrection, however, is met with curiosity.
Only… Perhaps curiosity killed the cat in this instance. All amusement and playfulness remaining for the moment, though it doesn’t last. It never seems to. “There’s a room in the Hollowed Grounds that lets the Ascended fuck.” He murmurs, as if it’s some well kept secret even if it was anything but that now. But all thoughts of that wonderful room falter when Adam mentions the difference between Mort’s realm and wherever the Ascended go…
A fact Sunjata did not know.
There’s a stutter in his step, brows pinching together, his attention granted to Adam with his confusion. “What?” He utters, quietly, as if he doesn’t believe the man. “Wait, the Ascended go somewhere else?” This comes out quieter, the true realization overcoming Sunjata as his head turns again toward the path they take, realizing quite quickly the horror and the pieces that are put together so suddenly.
A flurry of questions begin to burn into his mind, all held onto in confusion and part horror.
As for the legend idea, Sunjata agrees with a huff of a laugh. “The legends are always better than the reality.” A scarred and tattooed shoulder shrugs, but he continues to walk and guide Adam toward the coast and the beach, letting the sunset light begin to drift away and make room for the moonlight to take over. His question in response to the resurrection, however, is met with curiosity.
Only… Perhaps curiosity killed the cat in this instance. All amusement and playfulness remaining for the moment, though it doesn’t last. It never seems to. “There’s a room in the Hollowed Grounds that lets the Ascended fuck.” He murmurs, as if it’s some well kept secret even if it was anything but that now. But all thoughts of that wonderful room falter when Adam mentions the difference between Mort’s realm and wherever the Ascended go…
A fact Sunjata did not know.
There’s a stutter in his step, brows pinching together, his attention granted to Adam with his confusion. “What?” He utters, quietly, as if he doesn’t believe the man. “Wait, the Ascended go somewhere else?” This comes out quieter, the true realization overcoming Sunjata as his head turns again toward the path they take, realizing quite quickly the horror and the pieces that are put together so suddenly.
A flurry of questions begin to burn into his mind, all held onto in confusion and part horror.
i'll stay awake 'til i trade my mistakes, or they fade away
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.
