SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
His lips quirk up at the mention of something going on, following the nod toward the Ark where it seems to be lit up like it was a Christmas tree itself, the cheers and joy erupting from the ship a clear indicator that there certainly was something happening. As Jack explains, the roaring laughter and cheering certainly seems to make a lot more sense. So Sunjata offers his own chuckle in response, a shrug of understanding. “Yeah, we don’t really have the weather to manage it.” His nose wrinkles, clear that he does miss the temperature of Torchline but he’d rather avoid ruling the Safrinesque region with a ten foot pole.
A low whistle leaves him in playful surprise, twisting on his heel before he takes another drag from his cigarette, holding the smoke in his throat for a few moments longer before he exhales it in an easy exhale, slipping past his nose. “Ah, well, allow me to lead the way.” He hums with a soft laugh. “The House of Midnight’s pretty busy this time of year. People don’t typically wanna be alone, y’know?” Which, all things considered, it was leagues better than the Grounds had been when the Voice was around. And he takes a decent amount of solace in that.
A low whistle leaves him in playful surprise, twisting on his heel before he takes another drag from his cigarette, holding the smoke in his throat for a few moments longer before he exhales it in an easy exhale, slipping past his nose. “Ah, well, allow me to lead the way.” He hums with a soft laugh. “The House of Midnight’s pretty busy this time of year. People don’t typically wanna be alone, y’know?” Which, all things considered, it was leagues better than the Grounds had been when the Voice was around. And he takes a decent amount of solace in that.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
