SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
He listens, and as he does there’s only more questions that seem to arise. But he remains silent, letting her tear out the grass she’s sitting at, noting the careful breath even if her pale ivory hair blocks the sight. He knows. He doesn’t comment on it. It isn’t his place to, not anymore. So he waits until she’s done, with the questions she has and the way she seems to go from point A to point B as if it were a straight line.
In his experience, there were no such things as straight lines. He’d always had to take a scenic route or two, whether it was for better weather or in the midst of a downpour. It’s the navigating that makes the memory stick, the actions second nature. And perhaps that’s the point she’s forgetting.
So Sunjata hums a little and his fingers drum against his leg, beneath his pants sit the shark bite scars from one of their outings, though he doesn’t comment on it – half the time forgetting they’re there until he catches sight of them. “I have that bond with Frey now, but I didn’t immediately. Even when I became their demigod.” Sunjata offers the tidbit out, just in case it helps. “And you with Dygra, I mean.. You’re acting like she’s the Voice. She isn’t.” He’d practically begged Isla to become Ancient so she wouldn’t have to suffer as an Ascended anymore. “She’s an old god, on par with Caido, right?” Maybe he’s just not understanding why it’s so bad.
But he continues anyway, deciding that maybe if he answers the question about chaos it might help her understand it better. “The changes are gonna be shitty and uncomfortable. You don’t change if you keep everything happy and content. You have to go through the bullshit to get to the better side.” He admits, his hand lifting to rub at the scar tissue that gnarls his cheek, cutting a pale line through his stubble.
“And chaos can be anything. Doesn’t have to be destroying things. Chaos can just be unpredictable. Like the weather.” It didn’t mean you had to go out and be a mass murderer. “I don’t know a lot of Ancients, but I do know Danta and Isla pretty well. Danta basically embodies being a traditional Ancient I guess, but Isla? Isla’s still a doctor, still helping people. She’s hardly selfish and just wants the best for people.” Did that make her less of an Ancient just because she wasn’t on par with Danta in the sporadic chaos he harbored? In his experience, no. "So I guess I just don't really understand why you're so set on sticking yourself in the box of a traditional Ancient when you're not one."
In his experience, there were no such things as straight lines. He’d always had to take a scenic route or two, whether it was for better weather or in the midst of a downpour. It’s the navigating that makes the memory stick, the actions second nature. And perhaps that’s the point she’s forgetting.
So Sunjata hums a little and his fingers drum against his leg, beneath his pants sit the shark bite scars from one of their outings, though he doesn’t comment on it – half the time forgetting they’re there until he catches sight of them. “I have that bond with Frey now, but I didn’t immediately. Even when I became their demigod.” Sunjata offers the tidbit out, just in case it helps. “And you with Dygra, I mean.. You’re acting like she’s the Voice. She isn’t.” He’d practically begged Isla to become Ancient so she wouldn’t have to suffer as an Ascended anymore. “She’s an old god, on par with Caido, right?” Maybe he’s just not understanding why it’s so bad.
But he continues anyway, deciding that maybe if he answers the question about chaos it might help her understand it better. “The changes are gonna be shitty and uncomfortable. You don’t change if you keep everything happy and content. You have to go through the bullshit to get to the better side.” He admits, his hand lifting to rub at the scar tissue that gnarls his cheek, cutting a pale line through his stubble.
“And chaos can be anything. Doesn’t have to be destroying things. Chaos can just be unpredictable. Like the weather.” It didn’t mean you had to go out and be a mass murderer. “I don’t know a lot of Ancients, but I do know Danta and Isla pretty well. Danta basically embodies being a traditional Ancient I guess, but Isla? Isla’s still a doctor, still helping people. She’s hardly selfish and just wants the best for people.” Did that make her less of an Ancient just because she wasn’t on par with Danta in the sporadic chaos he harbored? In his experience, no. "So I guess I just don't really understand why you're so set on sticking yourself in the box of a traditional Ancient when you're not one."
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
