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?
Watching in confusion as Remi gets another message, he waits patiently without interrupting lest he ruin whatever message is incoming. And when it happens, there’s a thrum of dread that burns in his gut. He doesn’t know Zavien aside from the one time they’d met and spoke about Frey. But admittedly his brain buzzes with distress the second Melita’s name is dropped and those same blue feathers flit through his hair and skin and under the scarf that hides his shocked expression.
“I have a feather.. I.. yeah, I’ll go. Hey uh, about Ronin? And Dahlia’s threat.. I’ll reach out when this is settled and we can talk more about it, okay?” Flashing Remi a small and clearly distressed smile, Sunjata turns on his heel. Adjusting the scarf briefly before he casts one glance back to Remi and all of his feathers vanish as he trades tattooed skin and bundles of clothes for scales of a dragon — his fastest shift to get to Halo, trying desperately not to think about what might await him there in shades of violent violet and too many hollow eyes.
— FIN
“I have a feather.. I.. yeah, I’ll go. Hey uh, about Ronin? And Dahlia’s threat.. I’ll reach out when this is settled and we can talk more about it, okay?” Flashing Remi a small and clearly distressed smile, Sunjata turns on his heel. Adjusting the scarf briefly before he casts one glance back to Remi and all of his feathers vanish as he trades tattooed skin and bundles of clothes for scales of a dragon — his fastest shift to get to Halo, trying desperately not to think about what might await him there in shades of violent violet and too many hollow eyes.
— FIN
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.
