SUNJATA
the flood
so put your faith in the devil and the deep blue sea
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
It was a dumb question, in hindsight. But it was all Sunjata could think to ask as he slips into the booth opposite of the Fateweaver, watching for a moment as the tarot cards vanish. His soft smile fades in an instant when she says she was surviving, because he’d felt much the same way before, too. And his heart aches for her in all the ways he can never convey verbally – being so poor with words as he has always been.
So he’s silently thankful when she speaks next, explaining it rather than him having to ask more questions that might end painfully. “It’s like… your soul isn’t complete.” Sunjata adds, giving that boon of understanding that comes with the frown that deepens the frown lines on his face. “When I lost Haai it was like I’d been cleaved in two. There was a part of me whole and complete and while things were bad, it was still okay, and then after? There was just this fragile piece left behind.” He stares down at his glass of rum with a small sigh, feeling those emotions for the first time in a while, allowing himself to grieve them anew. “It doesn’t get better.. but it gets easier, if that makes sense?” The pain and sorrow is always there, but it’s possible to learn how to live without them again. Even if it feels impossible. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
So he’s silently thankful when she speaks next, explaining it rather than him having to ask more questions that might end painfully. “It’s like… your soul isn’t complete.” Sunjata adds, giving that boon of understanding that comes with the frown that deepens the frown lines on his face. “When I lost Haai it was like I’d been cleaved in two. There was a part of me whole and complete and while things were bad, it was still okay, and then after? There was just this fragile piece left behind.” He stares down at his glass of rum with a small sigh, feeling those emotions for the first time in a while, allowing himself to grieve them anew. “It doesn’t get better.. but it gets easier, if that makes sense?” The pain and sorrow is always there, but it’s possible to learn how to live without them again. Even if it feels impossible. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
there's a darkness up ahead
i will see you where the shadow ends
i will see you where the shadow ends
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.
