i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The news was not something Sunjata wanted to hear. And it only continues to cement the fact that he needs to get started on it with King’s End. But to have it happen in Torchline of all places, to Seren of all people… Well, the Flood tries his best to not appear hopeless, even if that’s all he could manage feeling at this particular moment.
Blocking it out with a cigarette hanging from his lips, dressed dark and reserved, Sunjata arrives with a nod to all of those gathered and approaches the pyre to set down a small bracelet – one with colorful beads of memories from years before, one reminiscent of the bean bag game they’d played together years ago, before the war.
And the fact that she called him uncle, reflects in his mind, in a way that makes him wish he knew where Kamaria was, whether she’d gone back to the stars or not – but even more at a loss for his own daughter and sister to the fallen demigod, he murmurs a soft and low hum of apologies that her life had been cut so short, before he withdraws and pointedly keeps his attention away from Ronin, trying his best to remain neutral in that aspect, too. Trying to appear normal enough.
He steps back somewhere in between Ronin and the rest of the grouping, draining the cigarette between his lips with practiced ease.
Blocking it out with a cigarette hanging from his lips, dressed dark and reserved, Sunjata arrives with a nod to all of those gathered and approaches the pyre to set down a small bracelet – one with colorful beads of memories from years before, one reminiscent of the bean bag game they’d played together years ago, before the war.
And the fact that she called him uncle, reflects in his mind, in a way that makes him wish he knew where Kamaria was, whether she’d gone back to the stars or not – but even more at a loss for his own daughter and sister to the fallen demigod, he murmurs a soft and low hum of apologies that her life had been cut so short, before he withdraws and pointedly keeps his attention away from Ronin, trying his best to remain neutral in that aspect, too. Trying to appear normal enough.
He steps back somewhere in between Ronin and the rest of the grouping, draining the cigarette between his lips with practiced ease.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a 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.
