SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
“Definitely a good sign.” Sunjata agrees with a soft laugh and an easy smile – of course, before everything starts to go south. Even the congratulations is met with a smile that’s half genuine, half hollow as he recalls Hotaru’s condition, the lies he’d had to tell her in order to not break down. “Thanks, Isla.” He offers before he starts to dive in, deciding now is as good a time as any to rip the bandaid off.
So much so that as he takes a sip of the coffee after his explanation, to hear that she knows, has him choking on the coffee momentarily. Twisting away to cough and regain himself, his brows pinch as his reddened face finds hers with the further explanation, granting her the silence of him listening until she’s done.
And maybe, just maybe, he can play this off as not being wholly fucking insane. “I did, yeah.” He remembers the quiet boy Everest had been. Inquisitive, but without any of the social skills most had by his age. “I mean… Yeah but.. Isla. I was infected, up until recently.” He informs her, setting the cup of coffee down as a frown graces his features. “And it feels great, like you don’t have any worries about anything, but the second Dahlia asks you to do something? You just.. do it. There’s no questioning her. You don’t even think about it. And gods, after I was healed? I can see them. The infected. The Void. Their true faces.” He looks pale here, paler than even he’d looked in the midst of LongNight when the sun hadn’t graced his face in days. “I can see the echoes of it in my own reflections. It’s…” Mortifying.
So much so that as he takes a sip of the coffee after his explanation, to hear that she knows, has him choking on the coffee momentarily. Twisting away to cough and regain himself, his brows pinch as his reddened face finds hers with the further explanation, granting her the silence of him listening until she’s done.
And maybe, just maybe, he can play this off as not being wholly fucking insane. “I did, yeah.” He remembers the quiet boy Everest had been. Inquisitive, but without any of the social skills most had by his age. “I mean… Yeah but.. Isla. I was infected, up until recently.” He informs her, setting the cup of coffee down as a frown graces his features. “And it feels great, like you don’t have any worries about anything, but the second Dahlia asks you to do something? You just.. do it. There’s no questioning her. You don’t even think about it. And gods, after I was healed? I can see them. The infected. The Void. Their true faces.” He looks pale here, paler than even he’d looked in the midst of LongNight when the sun hadn’t graced his face in days. “I can see the echoes of it in my own reflections. It’s…” Mortifying.
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.
