THE FLOOD
// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real
take my soul and make it real
He had received the letter. He hadn’t known how to respond to it. So rather than send something without any mind or thought sent into it, Sunjata’s simply left it to be handled a different day. Today, however, Maea won’t have to worry about him being at the House of Midnight. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t far. And as she makes her way through the fields of flowers, she’ll stumble across a very familiar figure in the middle of a clearing free of the flowers, drenched with water.
In the glint of the sunlight, she’ll see the whip of water reflect as Sunjata practices his magic, letting it vanish without a trace before lifting his hands to drag up all the water he’d soaked the ground with (and himself, it looks like, with how wet his hair is and how his sleeveless shirt is drenched and trying to dry, clinging to the curves of his body). Once the water has been lifted, it’s swirled into essentially a Jetstream, aimed directly for a particular spot in the ground he’s claimed to be the target.
Here with the water surrounding him and the movements and strength renewed within the man, he looks every inch the moniker and demigod he is.
In the glint of the sunlight, she’ll see the whip of water reflect as Sunjata practices his magic, letting it vanish without a trace before lifting his hands to drag up all the water he’d soaked the ground with (and himself, it looks like, with how wet his hair is and how his sleeveless shirt is drenched and trying to dry, clinging to the curves of his body). Once the water has been lifted, it’s swirled into essentially a Jetstream, aimed directly for a particular spot in the ground he’s claimed to be the target.
Here with the water surrounding him and the movements and strength renewed within the man, he looks every inch the moniker and demigod he is.
'cause i was bright, yeah I was pale and blue,
starry eyed by every thought of you //
starry eyed by every thought of 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.







