don't you know i'm no good for you?
“Good.” Sunjata releases the breath clutched in its chest, the cloud masking his face momentarily before he releases his niece. “I heard.. I was with Remi.” He explains, shoving aside any further explanation because they can talk about it later.
Later when he doesn’t feel like a father biting back reprimands on the tip of his tongue. “No need. gode wat 'n gemors..” He hisses, immediately moving to Zavien’s side, dropping to his knees and feeling the bite of the cold through his pants that had been very much Torchline weather and not Halo. Shuffling through his pockets, Sunjata’s jaw works as he swallows down the residual panic and pulls out a coveted feather. One he’d had for years, one with his immortality he didn’t really need that much longer, did he? With Hotaru and Mel well on their way for their own, he could do something good with it.
Like this. With a man he didn’t know all that well, but had been helpful in so many ways from what he’d heard through the grapevine. “I’ve never used this before.” He admits to Melita, looking up at her before he works his jaw and focuses back on Zavien.
Placing the dragoon in a way to flatten him against the cold, snowy earth, the Flood places the feather against the man’s chest, hoping it does something.
Sunjata uses his revivify feather to revive Zavien!
gode wat 'n gemors — gods what a mess
Later when he doesn’t feel like a father biting back reprimands on the tip of his tongue. “No need. gode wat 'n gemors..” He hisses, immediately moving to Zavien’s side, dropping to his knees and feeling the bite of the cold through his pants that had been very much Torchline weather and not Halo. Shuffling through his pockets, Sunjata’s jaw works as he swallows down the residual panic and pulls out a coveted feather. One he’d had for years, one with his immortality he didn’t really need that much longer, did he? With Hotaru and Mel well on their way for their own, he could do something good with it.
Like this. With a man he didn’t know all that well, but had been helpful in so many ways from what he’d heard through the grapevine. “I’ve never used this before.” He admits to Melita, looking up at her before he works his jaw and focuses back on Zavien.
Placing the dragoon in a way to flatten him against the cold, snowy earth, the Flood places the feather against the man’s chest, hoping it does something.
Sunjata uses his revivify feather to revive Zavien!
gode wat 'n gemors — gods what a mess
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
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.
