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
“Seem plenty able to me.” Sunjata hums, glancing at her sidelong as his fingers trail along the grassy crown she’d plopped onto his head. He straightens up a little to stretch out his back, exhaling a sigh. “I’ve got nothing that works super well against them with a target on my back.” But still he tries, because there’s no other alternative. “Could try gardening in other infested areas.” Like the desert, for example.
But for now, Sunjata settles, slouching again and letting his hand drop to his lap, his thumb brushing against the threads of his jeans against his leg.
The question catches him off guard, though, one that has his steel gaze skating back to her with a scarred raised brow. “Everyone I know’s fighting in their own way. Even the ones only just getting strong.” He admits, though there are those that have been forced to stay their hand — Ronin, if he thinks about it longer. Though if planning for something after the dust settles from their gardening attempts would breach that, the Flood doesn’t know. It wasn’t his deal.
But for now, Sunjata settles, slouching again and letting his hand drop to his lap, his thumb brushing against the threads of his jeans against his leg.
The question catches him off guard, though, one that has his steel gaze skating back to her with a scarred raised brow. “Everyone I know’s fighting in their own way. Even the ones only just getting strong.” He admits, though there are those that have been forced to stay their hand — Ronin, if he thinks about it longer. Though if planning for something after the dust settles from their gardening attempts would breach that, the Flood doesn’t know. It wasn’t his deal.
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.
