SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
“Gods, same.” Sunjata says with a soft laugh, a small smile tugging on his face at the mention of the scream rain. It had been jarring each and every time it happened while unexpected, which had only made it harder for him to sleep despite the circumstances. Either way, he hands over the jar of unicorn shavings, scooped up from the usual haunts of the unicorns in his region sharpening their horns and leaving them behind like little dust shards.
He takes the ice jar in return, the chill against his hand extremely noticeable before he’s tucking the jar away into the bag of holding and straightens up to hoist it back over his shoulder. “Thank you, too.” He offers, shooting Deimos a small yet lopsided smile of gratitude. “No, I think I’m good on my end. Do you need anything else?” He asks, figuring it was only fair he ask in return in case Deimos did need or want something else.
He takes the ice jar in return, the chill against his hand extremely noticeable before he’s tucking the jar away into the bag of holding and straightens up to hoist it back over his shoulder. “Thank you, too.” He offers, shooting Deimos a small yet lopsided smile of gratitude. “No, I think I’m good on my end. Do you need anything else?” He asks, figuring it was only fair he ask in return in case Deimos did need or want something else.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
