SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
Sunjata hadn’t even delved into the ones on his chest, the scars carved there, too. But he doesn’t mind – listening intently as Iskra begins to explain his thoughts, his ink, his journey. And he nods, because it certainly makes sense. He had his north star for a similar reason, to find your path through the darkness.
And then he says it was after his mother died, and fuck if Sunjata can’t relate.
He nods, understandingly and encouragingly, staying silent to let him work through his emotions and feelings – likely feeling even more of it because of the drinking. But it’s when he pauses to mention his dream of Pegasus and unicorns, Sunjata perks up a little. “I have a pegasus shift.” He says softly – though he doesn’t know why. He hasn’t seen them here. He’s the only one.
But he draws silent again, even if there’s the huff of air that leaves his nose to glance to just where Iskra looks pointedly at his crotch, before his gaze flits up at his face to hear the blunt question. “I’m sorry.” He says softly – and he was, because nobody should have to deal with that. And yet, so many of them have. “I uh, I lost my mom when I was nineteen.” He puffs out his cheeks in a little bit of a sigh. “And.. the girl I got the compasses for? She’s gone too.. Frost Giant in Halo.” Jaw working, he doesn’t want it to be like a game of pain Olympics… But Iskra had asked, and Sunjata can offer his own understandings. “And later I got married to a guy named Nate. But he was Ascended and I lost him in the war, too.” The memories, despite his attempts to try and talk about it because somehow he thinks it’d be easier, are still difficult. Enough so that the Flood’s shoulders, where the wing tattoos are on display, slowly fill with dark navy plumage of his macaw shift.
“I used to think that death followed me? That if I got attached to anyone that they’d succumb to this horrible, shitty death.” Having realized he’d been staring at the grass between their feet, the Flood lifts his steel gaze up toward him, offering a small lopsided smile from the scar on his face. “But I don’t think it’s just me. I think we’re all cursed to an extent. And it’s so fucking shitty.” Pausing here to let Iskra offer his input should he want to comment on it.
And then he says it was after his mother died, and fuck if Sunjata can’t relate.
He nods, understandingly and encouragingly, staying silent to let him work through his emotions and feelings – likely feeling even more of it because of the drinking. But it’s when he pauses to mention his dream of Pegasus and unicorns, Sunjata perks up a little. “I have a pegasus shift.” He says softly – though he doesn’t know why. He hasn’t seen them here. He’s the only one.
But he draws silent again, even if there’s the huff of air that leaves his nose to glance to just where Iskra looks pointedly at his crotch, before his gaze flits up at his face to hear the blunt question. “I’m sorry.” He says softly – and he was, because nobody should have to deal with that. And yet, so many of them have. “I uh, I lost my mom when I was nineteen.” He puffs out his cheeks in a little bit of a sigh. “And.. the girl I got the compasses for? She’s gone too.. Frost Giant in Halo.” Jaw working, he doesn’t want it to be like a game of pain Olympics… But Iskra had asked, and Sunjata can offer his own understandings. “And later I got married to a guy named Nate. But he was Ascended and I lost him in the war, too.” The memories, despite his attempts to try and talk about it because somehow he thinks it’d be easier, are still difficult. Enough so that the Flood’s shoulders, where the wing tattoos are on display, slowly fill with dark navy plumage of his macaw shift.
“I used to think that death followed me? That if I got attached to anyone that they’d succumb to this horrible, shitty death.” Having realized he’d been staring at the grass between their feet, the Flood lifts his steel gaze up toward him, offering a small lopsided smile from the scar on his face. “But I don’t think it’s just me. I think we’re all cursed to an extent. And it’s so fucking shitty.” Pausing here to let Iskra offer his input should he want to comment on it.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
