// say it like you mean it, do you trust me now?
call it like you see it, are we burning out? //
call it like you see it, are we burning out? //
It’s a relatively quick trip for the Flood, who arrives with the letter in hand and all the surefire confidence of a new man – not entirely sure why that is, but the closer to Dahlia he gets, the more relaxed and confident and comfortable, the Flood becomes. And back in King’s End, with the letter being read over multiple times, his refusal to answer it in the face of his uncertainty of just what to say had him pressing a kiss to Hotaru’s cheek, leaving a letter to say he was heading there for a day or two, and departing early, leaving Petronella to remain back at home for this trip.
By the time he gets here it’s later, the leafchange sun hanging orange and heavy in the partially cloudy sky, gusts of wind blowing about the city area. He doesn’t even give the judgement needle a passing glance as he usually did, recalling the time he’d spent there. No, Sunjata is on a mission today, and that mission brings him as close to her as he thinks that he can – assuming that she’s in the Tower and hoping that he isn’t too late that she’s already left.
He steps inside and sheds out of the jacket that he’d brought, leaving him in a mostly open buttoned dark navy shirt that’s light and airy and reveals plenty of his scars and tattoos, along with the usual dark jeans and boots. He’s guided toward her office without much trouble, succeeding in charming those at the front desk. Not that it was hard to get into here, but sometimes the flexing of who his deity was, brought a little extra fun to the table.
Regardless, Sunjata arrives just outside her door, standing tall and comfortable, letter in one hand while the other lifts to knock, hoping that she is indeed within the doors.
By the time he gets here it’s later, the leafchange sun hanging orange and heavy in the partially cloudy sky, gusts of wind blowing about the city area. He doesn’t even give the judgement needle a passing glance as he usually did, recalling the time he’d spent there. No, Sunjata is on a mission today, and that mission brings him as close to her as he thinks that he can – assuming that she’s in the Tower and hoping that he isn’t too late that she’s already left.
He steps inside and sheds out of the jacket that he’d brought, leaving him in a mostly open buttoned dark navy shirt that’s light and airy and reveals plenty of his scars and tattoos, along with the usual dark jeans and boots. He’s guided toward her office without much trouble, succeeding in charming those at the front desk. Not that it was hard to get into here, but sometimes the flexing of who his deity was, brought a little extra fun to the table.
Regardless, Sunjata arrives just outside her door, standing tall and comfortable, letter in one hand while the other lifts to knock, hoping that she is indeed within the doors.
the flood
// i wish you could feel it like i do
everything i've done, i do it all for you //
everything i've done, i do it all for you //
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.
