SuNJATA
the flood
She remains silent while he tells her that Lusea isn’t coming back, when he explains the lantern he had made for her, due for some adjustments of course, but something. And he pauses briefly, eyeing the wall curiously yet again, swallowing some of the self-sorrow until later, when he can reopen the wounds away from prying eyes again and again, just like before. But for her, for the bar in progress they stand along, he focuses on the wall ahead of him, with the materials nearby.
“Agreed.” He offers to her, looking down and over to her with a soft smile, before he lifts the lantern to the wall to get an idea for size and where to start. He gestures after a moment to a piece of chalk they can use against the dark wall, before eyeing her with a smile. “How big do you think? Enough for just the lantern to fit or?” He opens it up for her to start the chalk line, rulers of sorts nearby as well to get the lines straight so they can work on putting up the boards of wood to encase it, enclose it, give them a place to put their memories.
“Agreed.” He offers to her, looking down and over to her with a soft smile, before he lifts the lantern to the wall to get an idea for size and where to start. He gestures after a moment to a piece of chalk they can use against the dark wall, before eyeing her with a smile. “How big do you think? Enough for just the lantern to fit or?” He opens it up for her to start the chalk line, rulers of sorts nearby as well to get the lines straight so they can work on putting up the boards of wood to encase it, enclose it, give them a place to put their memories.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
