SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
“That’s a perk of it, yeah.” Sunjata hums, quietly grateful that the region wasn’t driving him crazy by means of not knowing what might come next. He’d take the uneventfulness as a boon, even if it was boring, compared to how he’d had to manage Torchline while his father had gone on his spree.
He’s just about to say as much when Jack looks back toward the Ark and spots something, drawing Sunjata’s attention too as he half turns toward the egg in the snow. Drifting over to it, he plucks it from the ground to realize it’s nothing more than a painted egg nestled in the snow and continues to carry it as he tunes back into the conversation. “Just an egg..?” It comes out like a question mostly because of his confusion, but he’ll hold onto it anyway, just in case.
As for the Ark and her journeys in the future, Sunjata can spy the distant flickering lights of the House of Midnight in the distance as he casts a small smirk back toward Jack with a nod. “Then I look forward to it. Let’s get warmed up for now, though, huh?” Nodding toward the House of Midnight that’s approaching, he can almost feel the heat of the brothel if he thinks about it long enough, craving it in comparison to the snow he’s always disliked.
Sunjsta picks up the egg!
- FIN
He’s just about to say as much when Jack looks back toward the Ark and spots something, drawing Sunjata’s attention too as he half turns toward the egg in the snow. Drifting over to it, he plucks it from the ground to realize it’s nothing more than a painted egg nestled in the snow and continues to carry it as he tunes back into the conversation. “Just an egg..?” It comes out like a question mostly because of his confusion, but he’ll hold onto it anyway, just in case.
As for the Ark and her journeys in the future, Sunjata can spy the distant flickering lights of the House of Midnight in the distance as he casts a small smirk back toward Jack with a nod. “Then I look forward to it. Let’s get warmed up for now, though, huh?” Nodding toward the House of Midnight that’s approaching, he can almost feel the heat of the brothel if he thinks about it long enough, craving it in comparison to the snow he’s always disliked.
Sunjsta picks up the egg!
- FIN
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.
