SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
His hand is hers to take, the one that still reflects the moonlit silver band to match the one Nate had perished with. His gaze finds her face, his explanation easy as it is careful and very serious as Isla points out, enough that he can see the way it actually hits her. (And yes, it’s still very much a if I tell myself I’ll be okay, I will whether or not it’s true). But, with as much bolstering hope he can pull from it and the mental capacity to try and allocate to it, the Flood nods when she answers and straightens up.
He gives her hand a squeeze and a small smile as the plans are laid out, nodding. “Yeah, that works.” He starts to say quietly, using his free hand to sip from the whiskey before he, too, straightens up a little. “Can we maybe get him somewhere less populated? I don’t want Torchline to think I’m just walking in and stealing people.” His nose wrinkles with the thought – because only a select few really knew about Everest anyway.
He gives her hand a squeeze and a small smile as the plans are laid out, nodding. “Yeah, that works.” He starts to say quietly, using his free hand to sip from the whiskey before he, too, straightens up a little. “Can we maybe get him somewhere less populated? I don’t want Torchline to think I’m just walking in and stealing people.” His nose wrinkles with the thought – because only a select few really knew about Everest anyway.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
