SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
“Ha.” Sunjata says, a small shake of his head to that. “In fairness, I didn’t know what it was like. Also, do I look like I’m in much of a state to want that right now?” A raise of his brow toward Amun as a small smile plays on the corner of his lips. No, not with the wound this big and this brutal, the last thing he wanted was to delve into that. He’s not sure if he’d end up ripping it up more or what, anyway.
That’s probably the only reason he’s not looking, to be honest.
So he looks away from Amun then, missing the way the Ascended licks his lips in favor for a slight wince as Amun continues to clean it up. The edges are jagged and rough, and the question the Ascended poses has him tilting his head slightly in thought. “Do you think it needs it?” He asks, clearly not the judge of it. He was as much a healer as any noble kid poised to be king was. There were other people for knowing more about it, in the end.
That’s probably the only reason he’s not looking, to be honest.
So he looks away from Amun then, missing the way the Ascended licks his lips in favor for a slight wince as Amun continues to clean it up. The edges are jagged and rough, and the question the Ascended poses has him tilting his head slightly in thought. “Do you think it needs it?” He asks, clearly not the judge of it. He was as much a healer as any noble kid poised to be king was. There were other people for knowing more about it, in the end.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
