// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
He can’t help the snort of a laugh in agreement at Melita’s ultimate decision on the new island (and also poor Fangorn’s sneeze). Any place with skeletons littered about and plants that bit and probably caused a decent chunk of those skeletons to stay there would be a shitty place to be. “I heard the plants bite.” He says by way of conversation, until she glances over at him and his steel gaze catches her look with the question uttered, realizing he likely needed to explain.
“Yeah. We made the brothel together.” Granted, it was his idea from his deity, but Isla had been a big helping hand in making it. “She ran the infirmary downstairs until… She left to go and explore what else the world had to offer.” He imagines she doesn’t care to know the details, and if she did then she’d ask. But for the first time, Sunjata had kept to his word, his choices, his actions. And for that, he is a little bit proud of himself.
He starts to notice some little plumes of pollen start to float up from the plants they walk through, and with that careful hold on his magic he lets it conjure a slow sweep of water to push the pollen back down to the ground. “Some big treasure, maybe?” He suggests, before he shakes his head and does give into his initial thought. “Honestly, it's probably something dangerous, knowing this place.” His nose wrinkles as more pollen starts to lift and he drowns it out.
“Yeah. We made the brothel together.” Granted, it was his idea from his deity, but Isla had been a big helping hand in making it. “She ran the infirmary downstairs until… She left to go and explore what else the world had to offer.” He imagines she doesn’t care to know the details, and if she did then she’d ask. But for the first time, Sunjata had kept to his word, his choices, his actions. And for that, he is a little bit proud of himself.
He starts to notice some little plumes of pollen start to float up from the plants they walk through, and with that careful hold on his magic he lets it conjure a slow sweep of water to push the pollen back down to the ground. “Some big treasure, maybe?” He suggests, before he shakes his head and does give into his initial thought. “Honestly, it's probably something dangerous, knowing this place.” His nose wrinkles as more pollen starts to lift and he drowns it out.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
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.
