SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
She certainly doesn’t look okay. And as she flinches away from the hand he places on her leg, he removes it and pulls the cigarette from his lips, resting the hand on the table instead, but runs his thumb along her cheek as she leans into the other touch. His brows furrow slightly as he takes in her appearance, the blood dried from her temple, how much she needs a shower of all things, how she struggles to remove the clothes she wears.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and you can tell me about it?” He suggests, running his hand from her cheek to her chin, raising a brow in quiet question before withdrawing. He rests one knee on the floor, downs the drink, before he recalls that there was a shower upstairs — no need to pull in a bath or anything of that nature like they had in Halo. And the upstairs had been relatively unused — remaining there for when he couldn’t stay in the Advocates and had no other place to stay.
It’s been a place he’s frequented a lot lately when she’d been gone, when he’d returned from Halo and had found her room to be cold when she wasn’t there, found the Advocates too open. “There’s a shower upstairs, can you make it up there or do you want me to carry you?” He rumbles, tilting his head to her curiously, moving to stand.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and you can tell me about it?” He suggests, running his hand from her cheek to her chin, raising a brow in quiet question before withdrawing. He rests one knee on the floor, downs the drink, before he recalls that there was a shower upstairs — no need to pull in a bath or anything of that nature like they had in Halo. And the upstairs had been relatively unused — remaining there for when he couldn’t stay in the Advocates and had no other place to stay.
It’s been a place he’s frequented a lot lately when she’d been gone, when he’d returned from Halo and had found her room to be cold when she wasn’t there, found the Advocates too open. “There’s a shower upstairs, can you make it up there or do you want me to carry you?” He rumbles, tilting his head to her curiously, moving to stand.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
