SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
So blissfully unaware he is about what the necromancer is up to given the state of sleep he’s in, one might wonder if it’ll take an act of Rae to wake him up. As it turns out? All it takes is the scent of coffee eventually wafting through that has him slowly perking up, shifting slightly in his sleep until he can’t stay under too much longer. He stretches, rolls, like his subconcious is positive he’s laying on a bed right now, and it’s with a loud THUMP! that Sunjata promptly wakens flat on the wooden floor.
He lays there a bit dumbfounded at first, chest to the cool floor as he blinks a few times to try and wake himself up, enough that he can sit up into a kneeling position, rubbing at his face as the feathers continue to trickle down his neck and arms and chest. It takes him a few more moments to peel his hands from his face, only after he’s rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and tosses an arm back on the couch to try and use it to help him stand.
He lays there a bit dumbfounded at first, chest to the cool floor as he blinks a few times to try and wake himself up, enough that he can sit up into a kneeling position, rubbing at his face as the feathers continue to trickle down his neck and arms and chest. It takes him a few more moments to peel his hands from his face, only after he’s rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and tosses an arm back on the couch to try and use it to help him stand.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for 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.
