now i'm afraid to sleep at night, those who love me never felt the light
The note comes and everything else is put on pause for the Flood to make his way to Town Hall. It’s an easy trek these days, and Sunjata gathers a few of the things in his possession as well as the Knowt Book, before arriving without any flare, slipping through the door with a smile toward Wessex that twists the scar tissue off the side of his face.
“Well, you look pleased.” He would too if the circumstances were reversed. If they were, though, he doubts he’d have managed to live through the ordeal. “Congrats on getting your shit back.” This is rumbled with a hint of a laugh, ease settling into his bones as he takes a seat and sets the book on the table, waiting for the rest to arrive.
“Well, you look pleased.” He would too if the circumstances were reversed. If they were, though, he doubts he’d have managed to live through the ordeal. “Congrats on getting your shit back.” This is rumbled with a hint of a laugh, ease settling into his bones as he takes a seat and sets the book on the table, waiting for the rest to arrive.
haunted by the darkest sky
tell me, who the hell am i? tell me, who the hell am i?
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.
