hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
The tendrils of water thread out of his clothes in glimmering strands as they’re dropped back into the water, and Sunjata focuses on that rather than look at those that barrage him with questions. At least, until Remi’s anger comes to the forefront of his mind, whether or not he knew they would go after Flora. His scarred brows pinch together as he snaps his attention to the Bastion, a sharp inhale of a breath leaving him. “No. I didn’t fucking know. They didn’t tell me anything.” He tries to keep his tone even, but between the frayed nerves and the horrible sensation in his gut, the Flood’s gaze flits to Deimos’ question next.
That one is a harder one to answer, and one that has him rubbing at his face and looking away – only thankful for Ronin’s question as it breaches the air. “I couldn’t say no to her. She’d say jump and I’d just jump. I never.. Questioned it. It felt wrong to, like.. it was impossible to even fathom not doing whatever she wanted.” He sighs, stubbornly keeping his gaze away as he draws his long legs up toward his chest. “She asked what killed the dragon... I didn’t know its name, and everything else after that she did herself.” It wasn’t much of an explanation, but now that he's gotten their answers out of the way, Sunjata’s jaw works hard enough that his teeth will be sore amongst the rest of his body when he takes a ragged breath.
“I didn’t ask to be infected. I didn’t want this.” He knows he picked the opposing side in the war, but gods he has to hope that they believe him with this one.
That one is a harder one to answer, and one that has him rubbing at his face and looking away – only thankful for Ronin’s question as it breaches the air. “I couldn’t say no to her. She’d say jump and I’d just jump. I never.. Questioned it. It felt wrong to, like.. it was impossible to even fathom not doing whatever she wanted.” He sighs, stubbornly keeping his gaze away as he draws his long legs up toward his chest. “She asked what killed the dragon... I didn’t know its name, and everything else after that she did herself.” It wasn’t much of an explanation, but now that he's gotten their answers out of the way, Sunjata’s jaw works hard enough that his teeth will be sore amongst the rest of his body when he takes a ragged breath.
“I didn’t ask to be infected. I didn’t want this.” He knows he picked the opposing side in the war, but gods he has to hope that they believe him with this one.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
