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 was good at it. It was a game he’d constantly grown up playing. So, to slip back into that mask, infected or not, was like slipping on a well-worn suit. The shoulders wore out just enough to be comfortable around the broadness of the Flood’s. The fabric is softer because it had been well loved and used. It was the easiest fall back that Sunjata had. And he’d gotten good at it.
A soft mhm trails after Maea’s comment of the difficulty looking at each other, and he focuses on busying himself with plucking pieces of grass from his shoulders and arms where it’s clung to him. “Yeah.” He mutters a little softer. A low but long inhale follows it, before his steel gaze focuses on her, his head tilting a fraction. “Invited her in to see if her powers worked in the Refuge. She cornered me when she realized what I was doing and kissed me and just like that, I was all… purpley.” His nose wrinkles, a huff of a sigh leaving him.
A soft mhm trails after Maea’s comment of the difficulty looking at each other, and he focuses on busying himself with plucking pieces of grass from his shoulders and arms where it’s clung to him. “Yeah.” He mutters a little softer. A low but long inhale follows it, before his steel gaze focuses on her, his head tilting a fraction. “Invited her in to see if her powers worked in the Refuge. She cornered me when she realized what I was doing and kissed me and just like that, I was all… purpley.” His nose wrinkles, a huff of a sigh leaving him.
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.
