SuNjATA
the flood
“Mhm.” He begins, clearing his throat. “You’ll see eventually, I imagine.” He offers after a moment. “Lusea’s showed up during an… emotional time.” He shrugs, as he tries to swallow the memory down once more. Once he was sure it wouldn’t redden his face, wouldn’t make him crave another cigarette for the time being, he spends the next few moments chewing on the inside of his lip, giving Oliver a nod when he mentions it was hard.
But he begins to explain the differences between the two, a shocked look crossing over his pale face that Sunjata’s steel eyes capture, a light tilt to his head as if it were a memory that had just reappeared. The corner of his lip quirks up in a light smile as he regards Oliver with the realization, before the other man passes by it. Perhaps he’s trying to swallow the resurfaced memory down, too? Sunjata doesn’t really know, nor does he ask.
“I wish I knew that answer too.” He snorts with agreement. It would certainly help him prepare more, but no. He’s just about as much in the dark as everyone else was. He wouldn’t know until the day came when they all had to funnel into the room and forget the outdoors existed for a dark, long week. As for which place is better to go? He doesn't really know that either. He can't tell Oliver with certainty which would be more comfortable. But when Oliver asks to flip a coin, that’s something Sunjata hasn’t heard in a long while, and he pins Oliver with a rogue look and chuckle. “Well, we might be able to figure that out.” He raises a brow in quiet thought before he looks away from Oliver.
He pulls the scarves down from his neck, the furs, revealing more of his compass tattoos along the side of his neck as he reaches for a necklace he had recently started wearing. Something likely swiped, made, found. He doesn’t really know, he just knows someone had left it at the Devil’s Advocates, and Sunjata was somewhat partial to it. He lifts it from the warmth of being beside his chest, pulling it over his head and undoing the clasp to pull the charm off of it.
It’s flat, a disk shape, with a design on one side and flat metal on the other. Looking back over toward Oliver, he gives him a light grin. “Alright, so the design can be heads… We’ll say that’s the Temple. The flat side is the Guild.” He waits to see if Oliver is in agreement or not, before he inhales and leans forward, folding his legs beneath him as he sets it up and flips the disk. Steel eyes follow it into the air with precision before it comes back down and he grabs it with one hand, bringing it down to the slightly scar flecked hand that had flipped it.
Removing his hand, the design side is up. “Hmm, well. Temple it is?” He tilts his head toward Oliver, gaze lifting up toward the blond man’s face.
But he begins to explain the differences between the two, a shocked look crossing over his pale face that Sunjata’s steel eyes capture, a light tilt to his head as if it were a memory that had just reappeared. The corner of his lip quirks up in a light smile as he regards Oliver with the realization, before the other man passes by it. Perhaps he’s trying to swallow the resurfaced memory down, too? Sunjata doesn’t really know, nor does he ask.
“I wish I knew that answer too.” He snorts with agreement. It would certainly help him prepare more, but no. He’s just about as much in the dark as everyone else was. He wouldn’t know until the day came when they all had to funnel into the room and forget the outdoors existed for a dark, long week. As for which place is better to go? He doesn't really know that either. He can't tell Oliver with certainty which would be more comfortable. But when Oliver asks to flip a coin, that’s something Sunjata hasn’t heard in a long while, and he pins Oliver with a rogue look and chuckle. “Well, we might be able to figure that out.” He raises a brow in quiet thought before he looks away from Oliver.
He pulls the scarves down from his neck, the furs, revealing more of his compass tattoos along the side of his neck as he reaches for a necklace he had recently started wearing. Something likely swiped, made, found. He doesn’t really know, he just knows someone had left it at the Devil’s Advocates, and Sunjata was somewhat partial to it. He lifts it from the warmth of being beside his chest, pulling it over his head and undoing the clasp to pull the charm off of it.
It’s flat, a disk shape, with a design on one side and flat metal on the other. Looking back over toward Oliver, he gives him a light grin. “Alright, so the design can be heads… We’ll say that’s the Temple. The flat side is the Guild.” He waits to see if Oliver is in agreement or not, before he inhales and leans forward, folding his legs beneath him as he sets it up and flips the disk. Steel eyes follow it into the air with precision before it comes back down and he grabs it with one hand, bringing it down to the slightly scar flecked hand that had flipped it.
Removing his hand, the design side is up. “Hmm, well. Temple it is?” He tilts his head toward Oliver, gaze lifting up toward the blond man’s face.
a little rebellion
now and then
is a good thing
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.
