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
He cheers to the semi toast, even if he feels the sentiment sink like a stone in his gut with the rest of everything that’s happened. Downing the bit of coffee and hoping it does something to draw more life into him to keep him on the trajectory that Niki’s conversation has, the smile that blooms on his face is one that’s soft and crooked. “That’s fair.” Sunjata murmurs softly, shrugging a tattooed shoulder before he settles back slightly.
But as he continues and says that the meetings have been nice – he’s at least grateful he’s fixed the blunders he’d done before, his head angling slightly as he regards the necromancer again. “I feel a little more like myself now, so I’ll take the compliment.” It’s a lie, he felt like himself the whole time, because Sunjata was nothing if not familiar with hopelessness.
“The coffee really helps.” He tacks on with a soft laugh, a sparkle amongst the previous dourness. "And the rain. We needed it."
But as he continues and says that the meetings have been nice – he’s at least grateful he’s fixed the blunders he’d done before, his head angling slightly as he regards the necromancer again. “I feel a little more like myself now, so I’ll take the compliment.” It’s a lie, he felt like himself the whole time, because Sunjata was nothing if not familiar with hopelessness.
“The coffee really helps.” He tacks on with a soft laugh, a sparkle amongst the previous dourness. "And the rain. We needed it."
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.
