// 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 //
The arrangements have been made and Sunjata finds himself in the Greatwood again after what felt like (or quite possibly were years since). He’s brought his own offerings too, a few ripe apples that he’s plucked from King’s End before the first frost.
“Hey Phoebe.” He greets her easily with a smile, crooked in how it tugs at his cheek. But he steps up to place his offering alongside her own before stepping back to slip the blindfold on, thinking at the last second it would be easier this way rather than reopening old wounds.
“If you have the time.” His accented voice finishes her comment as he faces the shrine right beside his ex-wife.
“Hey Phoebe.” He greets her easily with a smile, crooked in how it tugs at his cheek. But he steps up to place his offering alongside her own before stepping back to slip the blindfold on, thinking at the last second it would be easier this way rather than reopening old wounds.
“If you have the time.” His accented voice finishes her comment as he faces the shrine right beside his ex-wife.
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.
