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
“Hah, I’ll try. I can’t guarantee it’ll make that much sense, though.” He offers with a small smile, one that he hopes improves the conversation briefly lest they all fall into the depths of the sorrow and darkness that linger in the background of the conversation. It doesn’t help much, as he finds out. Especially when he’s nodding to the mention of habits being hard to break.
He, too, is surprised however to hear Niki’s immediate answer – the assurance in there that makes him think that the scars on his arms weren’t of anything Niki had a choice in, and there’s some amount of reason to believe that Sunjata can understand that, too. “I get that.” He says softly, maybe not to the extent that Niki means it, but his lips purse slightly as he thinks, a notable scar on his cheek being something that he’d had no choice in the matter of.
Along with the one on his neck. Held down as he was back then for that scar, there was very little he could do. “Some scars are more traumatic than anything else and definitely go deeper than just the skin.” He looks away from Niki out toward the rest of the café, his hand subconsciously reaching up to cover the faint one on his neck he’d tattooed partially over with the compass.
He, too, is surprised however to hear Niki’s immediate answer – the assurance in there that makes him think that the scars on his arms weren’t of anything Niki had a choice in, and there’s some amount of reason to believe that Sunjata can understand that, too. “I get that.” He says softly, maybe not to the extent that Niki means it, but his lips purse slightly as he thinks, a notable scar on his cheek being something that he’d had no choice in the matter of.
Along with the one on his neck. Held down as he was back then for that scar, there was very little he could do. “Some scars are more traumatic than anything else and definitely go deeper than just the skin.” He looks away from Niki out toward the rest of the café, his hand subconsciously reaching up to cover the faint one on his neck he’d tattooed partially over with the compass.
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.
