SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
There is some irony here that Sunjata does not see. Some that he won’t see until he has a chance to think about it more rationally. The very warnings he gives and stresses to the Remedy are not unlike warnings given to Sunjata when Nate had ascended to become the Voice’s demigod. Ones that Safrin had sprinkled into his ear, over becoming a vessel unable to deny any orders she gave.
At least unlike the Family, Sunjata had trusted the Voice a fair amount. Enough to refuse to fight in the war they pitted against one another. To choose peace and safety and life instead.
“She hasn’t so far, sure, but… what about when she does?” He asks, working his jaw, the muscles feathering under the beard grown in the time he’d gone from place to place without being able to shave or trim. Not that he’d cared. “I… know it probably wouldn’t help him. I get that. But… the void is all eyes and teeth and tentacles and it takes parts of you. Warps you. And you act fine because you feel fine. And then she summons you and you can’t tell her no because the only thing you want to do is keep her happy.” Feathers flare at his neck, filling in the tattoos and ruffling through his dark hair.
A frown forms, lopsided in the fact the muscle is damaged by the scar that bisects his cheek as he shakes his head. “He’s never going to go on his own, Isla. I refused until I was tricked and.. Remi had to force me into the water.” He sets the coffee mug down and ruffles a hand through his hair. “I obviously don’t want to ruin things for you, Isla, I promise. I just.. care. About you and Everest.” It just so happens to come with a doomsday warning. “Hotaru was infected too.. It’s why I’m on my way to Halo.” It hurts to admit, but not as much as the reason why he wasn’t there with her in the first place.
Why he couldn’t be around her.
At least unlike the Family, Sunjata had trusted the Voice a fair amount. Enough to refuse to fight in the war they pitted against one another. To choose peace and safety and life instead.
“She hasn’t so far, sure, but… what about when she does?” He asks, working his jaw, the muscles feathering under the beard grown in the time he’d gone from place to place without being able to shave or trim. Not that he’d cared. “I… know it probably wouldn’t help him. I get that. But… the void is all eyes and teeth and tentacles and it takes parts of you. Warps you. And you act fine because you feel fine. And then she summons you and you can’t tell her no because the only thing you want to do is keep her happy.” Feathers flare at his neck, filling in the tattoos and ruffling through his dark hair.
A frown forms, lopsided in the fact the muscle is damaged by the scar that bisects his cheek as he shakes his head. “He’s never going to go on his own, Isla. I refused until I was tricked and.. Remi had to force me into the water.” He sets the coffee mug down and ruffles a hand through his hair. “I obviously don’t want to ruin things for you, Isla, I promise. I just.. care. About you and Everest.” It just so happens to come with a doomsday warning. “Hotaru was infected too.. It’s why I’m on my way to Halo.” It hurts to admit, but not as much as the reason why he wasn’t there with her in the first place.
Why he couldn’t be around her.
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.
