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
“You’re welcome.” His accented voice reaches Iskra with the smile that tugs on his face as the feather is taken. Watching as he runs his hands over it, before his steel gaze follows Iskra’s attention – meeting the other man squarely and seeing the frown that begins to form. It pinches a line between the Flood’s brows, head tilting slightly. “I don’t need anything. It’s a gift, not a trade.” He offers quietly as if it would help while he does still try to figure out what the fuck Iskra means by goose fur.
Luckily the answer comes and the realization sparks in Sunjata’s gaze, before he shakes his head – because he hadn’t expected anything. Hadn’t wanted anything. Just wanted to help and give him something that might feel a little more closer to life than death.
But if he’s being honest, the Abandoned seems dead set. “If you really do wanna give me something in return, maybe you could come and help me out in King’s End?” He says after a few moments of thinking. “We’ve just built a town and I’ll be honest, I’m not the best at carpentry.. But we’re looking to expand it a little bit more.” It was completely up to Iskra if he wanted to – of course. Sunjata doesn’t mind getting nothing in return, but something tells him it would help Iskra, too.
Kind of like how Frey helped give him a purpose when he was adrift, even if it wasn’t the sole one he’d thought for himself.
Luckily the answer comes and the realization sparks in Sunjata’s gaze, before he shakes his head – because he hadn’t expected anything. Hadn’t wanted anything. Just wanted to help and give him something that might feel a little more closer to life than death.
But if he’s being honest, the Abandoned seems dead set. “If you really do wanna give me something in return, maybe you could come and help me out in King’s End?” He says after a few moments of thinking. “We’ve just built a town and I’ll be honest, I’m not the best at carpentry.. But we’re looking to expand it a little bit more.” It was completely up to Iskra if he wanted to – of course. Sunjata doesn’t mind getting nothing in return, but something tells him it would help Iskra, too.
Kind of like how Frey helped give him a purpose when he was adrift, even if it wasn’t the sole one he’d thought for himself.
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.
