SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
“Yeah, a revivify one.” He explain, pushing through it to continue to carry Zavien through the Citadel streets, cursing himself for how long it’s been since he’d taken note of where infirmaries were. Finding a promising prospect, the Flood diverts course, nodding to Zavien as he speaks and subconsciously shying away from the dazzling display that looks like people in the corner of his eyes.
Snorting softly, he lets the small smile tug on the non scarred portion of his face. “You’re welcome, Zavien.” He murmurs — no harm no foul, except maybe trying to take on the void so woefully unprepared. At least he has the benefit of knowing everyone else made it out okay. “I almost died a few times. I can kinda relate. But, yeah.. Everyone else made it. A companion died, I think, but aside from your untimely demise they’re safe.” He doesn’t know much about everything else, having shown up when it ended. But he’d been there when it counted.
Ducking under the awning of one of the infirmaries he’s spotted (because he’s quite tall), Sunjata steps in and sets him down on a waiting bed, remaining at this side as the nurses step in to assess the damage. “Second chances are important, okay? Make sure to live. Got it?” He steps back when a nurse steps in to replace him, but he still hovers and lingers, willing to answer any questions he might have.
Snorting softly, he lets the small smile tug on the non scarred portion of his face. “You’re welcome, Zavien.” He murmurs — no harm no foul, except maybe trying to take on the void so woefully unprepared. At least he has the benefit of knowing everyone else made it out okay. “I almost died a few times. I can kinda relate. But, yeah.. Everyone else made it. A companion died, I think, but aside from your untimely demise they’re safe.” He doesn’t know much about everything else, having shown up when it ended. But he’d been there when it counted.
Ducking under the awning of one of the infirmaries he’s spotted (because he’s quite tall), Sunjata steps in and sets him down on a waiting bed, remaining at this side as the nurses step in to assess the damage. “Second chances are important, okay? Make sure to live. Got it?” He steps back when a nurse steps in to replace him, but he still hovers and lingers, willing to answer any questions he might have.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
