SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
It is a good indicator, if Sunjata had half of his mind to focus on it. If anything he focuses on trying to avoid anything that might have too many eyes, teeth, and tentacles for comfort as he waits outside her door. Her footsteps are a quick precursor for him to pull himself together and he straightens a touch as she opens the door so that the Flood might offer her a genuine and gentle smile – relieved to see that her face hasn’t warped and changed in the time it had taken between the trek to the Greatwood where he’d first noticed it and the trip after to the Grounds.
He feels as if he’s bouncing around everywhere – but this was important. Important he saw her and talked to her. “Thanks, Isla. Smells great in here.” His favorite, he once again notes as she suddenly hugs him – a surprise, to say the least, but one he didn’t know how much he needed. The tension floods from his tattooed shoulders as he winds his arms around her in turn, hugging her back.
It wasn’t really a long flight over, but he can see what she means in it, and as he withdraws from the hug he flashes her an apologetic smile. “It’s been.. A long few weeks I think. With the whole Flora thing and Ru.. and the fuckin’ Family.” His nose wrinkles as feathers start to sprout along his neck at the thought, he shakes his head. “I don’t wanna darken your doorstep more than I have to with my cloudiness.” He admits, flashing her a slightly smaller smile, none less crooked despite its size. "How've you been?" At least it'll feel more like a conversation than a crazed man offering doomsday advice.
He feels as if he’s bouncing around everywhere – but this was important. Important he saw her and talked to her. “Thanks, Isla. Smells great in here.” His favorite, he once again notes as she suddenly hugs him – a surprise, to say the least, but one he didn’t know how much he needed. The tension floods from his tattooed shoulders as he winds his arms around her in turn, hugging her back.
It wasn’t really a long flight over, but he can see what she means in it, and as he withdraws from the hug he flashes her an apologetic smile. “It’s been.. A long few weeks I think. With the whole Flora thing and Ru.. and the fuckin’ Family.” His nose wrinkles as feathers start to sprout along his neck at the thought, he shakes his head. “I don’t wanna darken your doorstep more than I have to with my cloudiness.” He admits, flashing her a slightly smaller smile, none less crooked despite its size. "How've you been?" At least it'll feel more like a conversation than a crazed man offering doomsday advice.
you shut your eyes to pain
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
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.
