SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
He hates it. He’s hated it since he was a child. He’s hated it since he’d had no other choice than to join those other boys in the muddy pits of Korofi, forced to fight and face one another until there was a lone survivor. He’s been forced into things that weren’t his choice his entire life, with little nice promises here and there that he could make his own choices now and again, only for those to be ripped out time and time again.
He’s tense beneath Ronin’s hand, beneath the squeeze to his shoulder, and he follows suit when Ronin downs the rest of the glass, finishing his before he exhales a slow sigh. “No?” He asks, forcing himself to turn slightly in the stool to look at the White Knight, a line set in the scarred jaw that faces him. “You think going to Starfall to get my body back and reviving me wouldn’t be ruining the deal with Dahlia?” Because to him, it sounds pretty likely to be a problem. A big player that’s been fighting Starfall time and time again, revived by Ronin’s hands to do the exact same shit.
He watches as Ronin’s attention flits to the countertop, the uncertainty in the confession. And he doesn’t know what it sparks in him, but it’s dark and ugly, and it takes a lot for the Flood to try and warp his words into something that doesn’t feel as heartbreaking as it is, to utter it out loud. “Everyone’s in danger, Ronin. Everyone.” Not just Flora’s friends, but the people walking around Caido right now, flocking to Dahlia just so the void doesn’t keep bothering them. Flocking to her because they haven’t done enough. Even those that abhor the void but face the struggle of their influence day after day. Rebellious in their own ways.
“I know you’ve been through a lot. But..” Here is where it gets heavier, the hurt that he bases all of this off of, and if Ronin looks, he'll see the way Sunjata anxiously spins his and Nate's wedding ring on his finger. “I made an entire fucking refuge so I could keep Nate safe. But I couldn’t force him to stay when the Voice called. And I lost everything.” His voice drops, as if he doesn’t want the whole of the House of Midnight to ruin their upbeat tempo because he’s currently tapping into his traumas. “If I could do it over again, I’d have made him stay, consequences be damned.”
Safe to say, his suggestion is to shove Flora in there if that was the point of their worry, because at the end of the day, everyone was in danger regardless.
He’s tense beneath Ronin’s hand, beneath the squeeze to his shoulder, and he follows suit when Ronin downs the rest of the glass, finishing his before he exhales a slow sigh. “No?” He asks, forcing himself to turn slightly in the stool to look at the White Knight, a line set in the scarred jaw that faces him. “You think going to Starfall to get my body back and reviving me wouldn’t be ruining the deal with Dahlia?” Because to him, it sounds pretty likely to be a problem. A big player that’s been fighting Starfall time and time again, revived by Ronin’s hands to do the exact same shit.
He watches as Ronin’s attention flits to the countertop, the uncertainty in the confession. And he doesn’t know what it sparks in him, but it’s dark and ugly, and it takes a lot for the Flood to try and warp his words into something that doesn’t feel as heartbreaking as it is, to utter it out loud. “Everyone’s in danger, Ronin. Everyone.” Not just Flora’s friends, but the people walking around Caido right now, flocking to Dahlia just so the void doesn’t keep bothering them. Flocking to her because they haven’t done enough. Even those that abhor the void but face the struggle of their influence day after day. Rebellious in their own ways.
“I know you’ve been through a lot. But..” Here is where it gets heavier, the hurt that he bases all of this off of, and if Ronin looks, he'll see the way Sunjata anxiously spins his and Nate's wedding ring on his finger. “I made an entire fucking refuge so I could keep Nate safe. But I couldn’t force him to stay when the Voice called. And I lost everything.” His voice drops, as if he doesn’t want the whole of the House of Midnight to ruin their upbeat tempo because he’s currently tapping into his traumas. “If I could do it over again, I’d have made him stay, consequences be damned.”
Safe to say, his suggestion is to shove Flora in there if that was the point of their worry, because at the end of the day, everyone was in danger regardless.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
