SuNJATA
the flood
"We've felt it in King's End, too." Jaw working to hear the meeting seem to go somehow both in circles and rise in frustration, it isn’t with his own intention to make Flora feel as though she’s a child at the adults table – gods knew Sunjata was often the one counted out time and time again due to questionable allegiances. But this one was different, and he listens as Hadama explains the meeting Flora had, and his steel gaze flits to Flora when she tacks on about Sunjata’s meeting with Dahlia.
A memory he doesn’t fondly look back on, that’s for sure. “That was the point of it, yeah, but she didn’t have any reason to believe I was anything but nice to her. I met her before when she just arrived.” And he hadn’t known it then – she’d been careful in saying where she was from and he’d taken it at face value, even when she’d shown him the rooms of the House of Midnight turn to starry skies with only the gravity of Caido keeping them down instead of flying around.
But then Flora says she’ll do it on her own and he bites back the majority of the flaring of his scars so that it’s only the blip of his surprise that’s revealed in the sharp miniscule second of light that cascades through his body. “Flora, what could we possibly have to negotiate with them that isn’t just yeah, let’s roll over and you can be our overlords..?” His nose wrinkles and he huffs a small sigh.
As for the Refuge, he refers previously to what he said about the protection he could get for it. “Like I said, Frey can only protect it if we get a vial of blood from the Family. I already asked them.” Frowning and growing more frustrated at the idea of Flora going to try to negotiate with Dahlia, the Flood trains his attention onto a knot in the wood of the bar as he listens, despite how he’s betrayed by the navy feathers of stress that flit down his neck and under his shirt, hiding away the tattoos on his skin.
A memory he doesn’t fondly look back on, that’s for sure. “That was the point of it, yeah, but she didn’t have any reason to believe I was anything but nice to her. I met her before when she just arrived.” And he hadn’t known it then – she’d been careful in saying where she was from and he’d taken it at face value, even when she’d shown him the rooms of the House of Midnight turn to starry skies with only the gravity of Caido keeping them down instead of flying around.
But then Flora says she’ll do it on her own and he bites back the majority of the flaring of his scars so that it’s only the blip of his surprise that’s revealed in the sharp miniscule second of light that cascades through his body. “Flora, what could we possibly have to negotiate with them that isn’t just yeah, let’s roll over and you can be our overlords..?” His nose wrinkles and he huffs a small sigh.
As for the Refuge, he refers previously to what he said about the protection he could get for it. “Like I said, Frey can only protect it if we get a vial of blood from the Family. I already asked them.” Frowning and growing more frustrated at the idea of Flora going to try to negotiate with Dahlia, the Flood trains his attention onto a knot in the wood of the bar as he listens, despite how he’s betrayed by the navy feathers of stress that flit down his neck and under his shirt, hiding away the tattoos on his skin.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
