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
“Well yeah, but I’m not saying to come with us. Get some groups of people that aren’t quite as strong and maybe clear out the infestation elsewhere?” Sunjata hums, shrugging lightly. “As for the flowers, having more is always good. And if you find one, you can reach out to me and I can see if we need it for Starfall or if it can be used somewhere else?” Since he was also one of the main gardeners.
She pauses, though, and he knows her well enough to read the frustration building. But she pauses before she speaks and when it comes, the realization blooms, because he hadn’t thought of a scenario where they’d live while the battle was lost. So for that? The Flood is quiet, thoughtful, his head angling down as the feather earrings dangle over his tattooed shoulder as he considers it.
“I haven’t considered it, no. So I don’t… Really know anyone doing anything else? Sorry.” Comes the admission, not having the answer for her that he wished he did.
She pauses, though, and he knows her well enough to read the frustration building. But she pauses before she speaks and when it comes, the realization blooms, because he hadn’t thought of a scenario where they’d live while the battle was lost. So for that? The Flood is quiet, thoughtful, his head angling down as the feather earrings dangle over his tattooed shoulder as he considers it.
“I haven’t considered it, no. So I don’t… Really know anyone doing anything else? Sorry.” Comes the admission, not having the answer for her that he wished he did.
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.
