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 definitely an adjustment.” Sunjata admits, the sorrow of losing Haai melding with a small boon of adoration for the griffin that he tries not to bury away with the rest of it. But he makes his suggestion – of a memorial for their lost companions, commissioning busts made of them or stones to give their offerings to, not unlike the lanterns for the Festival of Lights but something more… permanent. When she accepts, he nods, his mind working around the potentials with that.
At least, until she says there’s something else, and his scarred brows pinch as he scans her face, listening as she becomes somewhat far away to recall the dream. The way she describes it, he can picture it well enough – after all, it’s sometimes what he saw when he looked at an infected person for too long. Too many eyes, too many teeth, all in the wrong places.
And his stomach sinks, his mouth grows a touch too dry, yet he tries to swallow anyway. “It… Sounds like it could be. Thank you for telling me this.” He murmurs, trying to see if there’s any dots to connect – perhaps to that awkward feeling that occurred occasionally in King’s End, like it had when they’d had their meeting. “I’ll talk with the others and see if they can make anything out of it, but it definitely sounds like it could be a warning of some kind…” Or reality, unfortunately, with how much Vox tended to know about everyone.
At least, until she says there’s something else, and his scarred brows pinch as he scans her face, listening as she becomes somewhat far away to recall the dream. The way she describes it, he can picture it well enough – after all, it’s sometimes what he saw when he looked at an infected person for too long. Too many eyes, too many teeth, all in the wrong places.
And his stomach sinks, his mouth grows a touch too dry, yet he tries to swallow anyway. “It… Sounds like it could be. Thank you for telling me this.” He murmurs, trying to see if there’s any dots to connect – perhaps to that awkward feeling that occurred occasionally in King’s End, like it had when they’d had their meeting. “I’ll talk with the others and see if they can make anything out of it, but it definitely sounds like it could be a warning of some kind…” Or reality, unfortunately, with how much Vox tended to know about everyone.
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.
