SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
There’s a considering nod given to Morgan, a brief flickering of a smile that blooms along his face. “From what I understand, if it’s important enough she’s willing to do whatever she can, especially when it comes to her ‘Bright Ones’.” That’s really all he knows about the Voice though – doesn’t believe her to be as ominous as the Old Gods could be – mind flickering back to Safrin briefly before he pushes it aside, the starry tattoos on his arms shifting slightly with the thought of the goddess.
But she takes the letters back, stuffs them into her pockets, and Sunjata listens with a bit more attention given. “Oh?” Their eyes meet, his steel sharp and calculating as she lays out her request. He’s silent for a brief moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek while he considers it, everything he still has to do in Torchline as well. But there were those still sick in Torchline, those that needed this cure too who didn’t need to be put in danger because it went wrong.
He nods, a low dip of his head as he pushes himself off the edge of the desk to take a seat on the other side across from her – leaning back in his chair, pulling out a cigarette from the drawer and lighting it up. “I can do that. When will you have all the lilies?” He asks, a tilt of his head while he exhales a plume of smoke.
But she takes the letters back, stuffs them into her pockets, and Sunjata listens with a bit more attention given. “Oh?” Their eyes meet, his steel sharp and calculating as she lays out her request. He’s silent for a brief moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek while he considers it, everything he still has to do in Torchline as well. But there were those still sick in Torchline, those that needed this cure too who didn’t need to be put in danger because it went wrong.
He nods, a low dip of his head as he pushes himself off the edge of the desk to take a seat on the other side across from her – leaning back in his chair, pulling out a cigarette from the drawer and lighting it up. “I can do that. When will you have all the lilies?” He asks, a tilt of his head while he exhales a plume of smoke.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
