SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
Eternally grateful for the necromancer who had let him sleep on his couch for a night, the Flood makes the next pit stop — post festival, post seeing Everest and his nightmarish state. He’s managed to land his draconic shift amongst the docks of Jack Tar Landing — it’s the last stop before he comes up with the courage to go home, to try and find his fiancee. To try and face her with the hopes that maybe she wouldn’t appear like Everest had to him.
Is he prolonging it out? Maybe.
Does anyone need to know that? No.
He hasn’t seen her since before he’d gone to Halo to take the swim. And he should have — he should’ve gone to see her, should have been in Torchline helping her find Flora even after he’d heard that she was alive. But he wasn’t.
Instead, she’d left and he’d gone to Torchline for a temporary moment, choosing to ‘help’ Ronin rather than Hotaru.
And if that doesn’t beat him up internally alongside the nagging dread of just how the void looked now. At least, here surrounded by a variety of people hauling crates onto skyships and working amongst their shops, the void seems at bay. And he tries to relax, even if he still looks pale, like he’s haunting Jack Tar Landing rather than visiting.
Is he prolonging it out? Maybe.
Does anyone need to know that? No.
He hasn’t seen her since before he’d gone to Halo to take the swim. And he should have — he should’ve gone to see her, should have been in Torchline helping her find Flora even after he’d heard that she was alive. But he wasn’t.
Instead, she’d left and he’d gone to Torchline for a temporary moment, choosing to ‘help’ Ronin rather than Hotaru.
And if that doesn’t beat him up internally alongside the nagging dread of just how the void looked now. At least, here surrounded by a variety of people hauling crates onto skyships and working amongst their shops, the void seems at bay. And he tries to relax, even if he still looks pale, like he’s haunting Jack Tar Landing rather than visiting.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
