SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He has done it before, been reckless and stupid and gotten himself into so many situations it took gods and wars to change enough to bring him out of it. And now? Now he likes to think that he’s learned better. He’s learned from those mistakes of getting too close to the fire and being burned time and time again. So he takes his time, careful, thoughtful as he can be, just as he is now when he listens to her, to the anger and upset and the mulish response that really wouldn’t have made things better. “You shouldn’t have to, though.” He counters, jaw setting as the muscles feather at his temples.
He quiets to hear her response, though, specifically regarding the Family, and Sunjata watches the side of her face when she refuses to look at him. “Yeah, but we got the wilds back.” He admits once she meets his gaze again. “The plan is that we talk to one another before we make big decisions like that. It’s harder for them to get us when we’re all on the same front rather than letting them pick us off one by one. At least, if nothing else, let the leader know who’s region you’re stepping into.” He sighs and averts his gaze to the fire, brushing his scarred hand over his tattooed arm. “I get that you all wanted to help. Trust me. I’ve been there. But if we keep doing it so disorganized they’re going to find our weak points and they’re going to aim for that. I was infected for over a year. I know how enough about how Dahlia thinks.” He knows enough to know she’s cunning and cruel when given the chance to be.
He quiets to hear her response, though, specifically regarding the Family, and Sunjata watches the side of her face when she refuses to look at him. “Yeah, but we got the wilds back.” He admits once she meets his gaze again. “The plan is that we talk to one another before we make big decisions like that. It’s harder for them to get us when we’re all on the same front rather than letting them pick us off one by one. At least, if nothing else, let the leader know who’s region you’re stepping into.” He sighs and averts his gaze to the fire, brushing his scarred hand over his tattooed arm. “I get that you all wanted to help. Trust me. I’ve been there. But if we keep doing it so disorganized they’re going to find our weak points and they’re going to aim for that. I was infected for over a year. I know how enough about how Dahlia thinks.” He knows enough to know she’s cunning and cruel when given the chance to be.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
