SUNJATA
the flood
feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches
as you swim back to the beaches
Seeds continue to fall as the bags deplete, spreading them out like perfect little raindrops down below into the boondocks with the hope that when the rains come for the summer storms that they’ll settle in and next year they’ll have quite the colorful bloom of flowers in this portion rather than the sandy ochre and sprinkling of green the earth tended to be here.
He snags another handful and spreads them out as he responds to her question, his nose wrinkling. “Fuckin hope not. I worked hard on King’s End, I don’t wanna just give it up.” There’s an iron stubbornness in his tone, as if the idea was abhorrent enough that Sunjata would rather go down with his ship than to give it up for safety.
A funny ironic notion given the safe haven he’d created here in the war before.
He snags another handful and spreads them out as he responds to her question, his nose wrinkling. “Fuckin hope not. I worked hard on King’s End, I don’t wanna just give it up.” There’s an iron stubbornness in his tone, as if the idea was abhorrent enough that Sunjata would rather go down with his ship than to give it up for safety.
A funny ironic notion given the safe haven he’d created here in the war before.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float
as you float, you float, you float
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.
