// the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
“Nothing worse than warm rain, honestly.” Sunjata offers her in response to the jest of drinking hot coffee while it’s cold outside, humming a quiet chuckle alongside it. He has heard of the weather, from Melita mostly – having only gone once to Torchline and finding that the weather was the last thing on his mind.
His smile softens slightly, but he does dip his head in understanding. For as good and carefree as he looks right now, he’d always consider himself a work in progress too – too many things rearing their ugly heads in the back of his mind to ever quite let him enjoy the things he has. But she would know that – she’d know a lot of what he often dealt with.
Except now, he supposes. “Yeah, I did hear about it.” He’d had a slight hand in it too – giving Harper the advice needed to step down if it was what was best for him, and for Flora to try because where was the harm in it? But when it comes to him, well, it feels a bit like a brag, and he has to swallow down a sip of his own drink to ignore the way it wants to burn on his tongue. “I saw Frey recently.” He admits, slow going before he delves into it completely. “They told me while I was spending all this time focusing on King’s End, I’d been… Fixing myself, I guess?” His head tilts, avianlike, uncertain how to word it exactly and choosing to instead reiterate what Frey had told him. “They said I’d surpassed Remi and Ronin to be the first to get here, though what here is, I haven’t figured it out. But I have come into having a ton more abilities and a new shift.” The smile is apologetic, almost like a wince of sorts. “And I’m immortal now, at least provided I don’t drown.” But with his affinity for water, well, he might have a decent shot at surviving.
His smile softens slightly, but he does dip his head in understanding. For as good and carefree as he looks right now, he’d always consider himself a work in progress too – too many things rearing their ugly heads in the back of his mind to ever quite let him enjoy the things he has. But she would know that – she’d know a lot of what he often dealt with.
Except now, he supposes. “Yeah, I did hear about it.” He’d had a slight hand in it too – giving Harper the advice needed to step down if it was what was best for him, and for Flora to try because where was the harm in it? But when it comes to him, well, it feels a bit like a brag, and he has to swallow down a sip of his own drink to ignore the way it wants to burn on his tongue. “I saw Frey recently.” He admits, slow going before he delves into it completely. “They told me while I was spending all this time focusing on King’s End, I’d been… Fixing myself, I guess?” His head tilts, avianlike, uncertain how to word it exactly and choosing to instead reiterate what Frey had told him. “They said I’d surpassed Remi and Ronin to be the first to get here, though what here is, I haven’t figured it out. But I have come into having a ton more abilities and a new shift.” The smile is apologetic, almost like a wince of sorts. “And I’m immortal now, at least provided I don’t drown.” But with his affinity for water, well, he might have a decent shot at surviving.
the flood
// of our disaster when we left this town
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
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.
