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
Shifting to get a touch more comfortable where he’s laying in the grass beside her to sit up on an elbow, he watches her pale hand extend for a handshake, like this could start everything over. Taking it into his own scarred hand, she might notice the scar from his marriage to Phoebe is gone, replaced with a different line from his marriage with Nate, faded but still there as part of his Korofi tradition. “Friends.” Sunjata’s crooked smile lingers, shaking her hand, before pulling his hand away — conscious enough to know that his lingering touch might bring a negative sensation for her, given their past.
Hearing that she had several questions, Sunjata’s low laugh is accented as it is a bit breathy as he nods. “Good, now. Can’t really look at each other a lot which sucks, but hopefully it solves itself soon.” His nose wrinkles a touch as he puffs out a sigh, cheeks puffing out which makes the scar on his cheek pucker with the movement. “We’re good now. I got infected testing the Refuge to see if their powers worked. Turns out, it does.” HIs nose wrinkles and he flattens back into the grass. “Nobody knew about me for a long while, though. Took a lot to get me cleansed in the hot springs. Water magic 'n all that.” His scarred hand flutters with the gesture, like it had taken a lot in order to get him into the water because he was very much content to displace it rather than sit in it.
Hearing that she had several questions, Sunjata’s low laugh is accented as it is a bit breathy as he nods. “Good, now. Can’t really look at each other a lot which sucks, but hopefully it solves itself soon.” His nose wrinkles a touch as he puffs out a sigh, cheeks puffing out which makes the scar on his cheek pucker with the movement. “We’re good now. I got infected testing the Refuge to see if their powers worked. Turns out, it does.” HIs nose wrinkles and he flattens back into the grass. “Nobody knew about me for a long while, though. Took a lot to get me cleansed in the hot springs. Water magic 'n all that.” His scarred hand flutters with the gesture, like it had taken a lot in order to get him into the water because he was very much content to displace it rather than sit in it.
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.
