SUNJATA
the flood
you killed a man there, and i cried
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
“They are.” Sunjata agrees softly, his lips smiling softly. “Between us I think the old texts thought the addition of ink made it tainted.” He snorts, because he can recall a variety of places you could go and get scars. Even if that was somewhat frowned upon back then, it was less so than tattoos. “I got the wings as my first little rebelliousness.” He says, rising up to gesture to his shoulders where the navy wing tattoos sit and move with each arm movement like pauldrons.
He can sense the change in the conversation, though, and he debates whether or not to comment more on his experience with it or to blatantly ask Niki about his own. The way he looks into his cup of coffee like it’s a mirror of all the things in his mind he can’t quite filter down right. “I’ve never really subscribed to it, personally.” He admits, finding some common ground within it. “Some habits are hard to get rid of, though.” His brows pinch, lips pursing for a moment as he considers it, before he looks back up at Niki from where he’d kind of zoned out in the general direction of the other man’s neck.
“Would you get rid of scars if you had a chance to?” He doesn’t mention whether or not he’d seen Niki’s – though they’re nearly impossible to miss. It’s an offer he lets Niki divulge on his own terms, much like how he’s had the kindness to do the same for the Heartless.
He can sense the change in the conversation, though, and he debates whether or not to comment more on his experience with it or to blatantly ask Niki about his own. The way he looks into his cup of coffee like it’s a mirror of all the things in his mind he can’t quite filter down right. “I’ve never really subscribed to it, personally.” He admits, finding some common ground within it. “Some habits are hard to get rid of, though.” His brows pinch, lips pursing for a moment as he considers it, before he looks back up at Niki from where he’d kind of zoned out in the general direction of the other man’s neck.
“Would you get rid of scars if you had a chance to?” He doesn’t mention whether or not he’d seen Niki’s – though they’re nearly impossible to miss. It’s an offer he lets Niki divulge on his own terms, much like how he’s had the kindness to do the same for the Heartless.
by the way, dear, we're alive
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
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.
