SUNJATA
the flood
The house listens in, too, like it’s a big breath that’s held awaiting some terrible news. And while yes, it was awful, it wasn’t as though Ru had died. That was some amount of solace for them as they huddle away and the Flood ruins the otherwise perfect party. He scans her face as he waits for her answer, hopeful that there’s something she might have heard or known.
But then the shoe drops – empty and with nothing for Sunjata to go off of. He nods to her thought process, because that’s also what he had thought. And when she didn’t come home, Sunjata started to count the days. Days that turned into weeks. Weeks that turned into months. “I thought so too.” He admits, heaving a soft sigh. His arms lift, crossing over his chest as he leans against the wall to think more about what her whereabouts might be.
“I didn’t want to jump the gun if someone knew where she was.. but yeah, I might have to.” Reaching up to rub at the side of his face, it’s the betrayal of his thoughts and the dropping of his mask that his forefingers press against his temple, the faint grey stripes of hair interlocked within them. “I’m sure she’s okay, I just.. Wish I knew where she was.” If she wasn’t, Sunjata imagines she would have called to Remi from beyond, and that is an additional little solace Sunjata has. "Sorry to bring down the mood. The party looks great. I'm sure Danta's loving it."
But then the shoe drops – empty and with nothing for Sunjata to go off of. He nods to her thought process, because that’s also what he had thought. And when she didn’t come home, Sunjata started to count the days. Days that turned into weeks. Weeks that turned into months. “I thought so too.” He admits, heaving a soft sigh. His arms lift, crossing over his chest as he leans against the wall to think more about what her whereabouts might be.
“I didn’t want to jump the gun if someone knew where she was.. but yeah, I might have to.” Reaching up to rub at the side of his face, it’s the betrayal of his thoughts and the dropping of his mask that his forefingers press against his temple, the faint grey stripes of hair interlocked within them. “I’m sure she’s okay, I just.. Wish I knew where she was.” If she wasn’t, Sunjata imagines she would have called to Remi from beyond, and that is an additional little solace Sunjata has. "Sorry to bring down the mood. The party looks great. I'm sure Danta's loving it."
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
