SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
Given everything, the Flood had only ever wanted and meant to help. It’s how he’d gotten into the situation with Dahlia in the first place, by a request from the very same man that asks him to meet him here. There’s the initial trust, rebuilt despite the years previously that had proved otherwise. Yes, he’d been tricked to going to the hot springs, but he hadn’t drowned. He didn’t die, even if his heart seemed to fracture and crack with each and every time he stumbled across something that was infected.
The worst to witness were the people, flinching from their presence. He’d always hated being so seen for the emotions he suffers through, but it’s impulsive and impossible to avoid. He’s tried.
So he’d warned Isla, he’d met with Ronin to tell him he didn’t blame him and he was glad, even if the result after was haunting. And now? Perhaps for the final trio of the trek, the Flood receives a message from Remi to meet.
And so he arrives, promptly, still haggard looking though its hard to tell in the shift he’s taken. The sun hangs heavy and amongst the birds and other wildlife that zip through the sky along the beaches, one particular blue bird doesn’t fit in. The macaw is large, but as it nears the lone man on the shore, it drops toward the sand, shifting back into himself last second before his feet touch the ground, deftly keeping his spray of sand away from getting on Remi’s clothes.
Straightening his own and the scarf worn amongst the warm wool jacket, Sunjata still looks haggard despite the crisp neatness of his clothes. “Hey Remi.” His accented voice reaches out, extending the offer for the other demigod to offer a bit more information in regards to the meeting.
The worst to witness were the people, flinching from their presence. He’d always hated being so seen for the emotions he suffers through, but it’s impulsive and impossible to avoid. He’s tried.
So he’d warned Isla, he’d met with Ronin to tell him he didn’t blame him and he was glad, even if the result after was haunting. And now? Perhaps for the final trio of the trek, the Flood receives a message from Remi to meet.
And so he arrives, promptly, still haggard looking though its hard to tell in the shift he’s taken. The sun hangs heavy and amongst the birds and other wildlife that zip through the sky along the beaches, one particular blue bird doesn’t fit in. The macaw is large, but as it nears the lone man on the shore, it drops toward the sand, shifting back into himself last second before his feet touch the ground, deftly keeping his spray of sand away from getting on Remi’s clothes.
Straightening his own and the scarf worn amongst the warm wool jacket, Sunjata still looks haggard despite the crisp neatness of his clothes. “Hey Remi.” His accented voice reaches out, extending the offer for the other demigod to offer a bit more information in regards to the meeting.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
