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
He’s fucked up. Coming home with a split lip and probably a black eye, though it could’ve been worse. He hadn’t wanted to tell Nate about what happened with Zeph, but as evidenced by the bruises forming on his body and the tinge of iron on his tongue and washing his mouth, he won’t be that lucky. He debates not going home for awhile, but even that seems too suspicious, especially when tonight’s the start of LongNight( when darkness reigns.
So he trudges home, faces the music so to speak. Haai’s inside, wherever Nate is, though as Sunjata enters the doorway he doesn’t see his lover, his moon. Perhaps that’s for the best. And so he doesn’t announce his presence, sure Nate will find out regardless. He makes his way to the kitchen, pulling a glass out and setting it on the table in the center, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and pouring a shot of it just to down immediately before filling it up again.
A hand reaches up to rub at his face, the space that’s not painful, and he tries to figure out where the fuck to even start.
So he trudges home, faces the music so to speak. Haai’s inside, wherever Nate is, though as Sunjata enters the doorway he doesn’t see his lover, his moon. Perhaps that’s for the best. And so he doesn’t announce his presence, sure Nate will find out regardless. He makes his way to the kitchen, pulling a glass out and setting it on the table in the center, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and pouring a shot of it just to down immediately before filling it up again.
A hand reaches up to rub at his face, the space that’s not painful, and he tries to figure out where the fuck to even start.
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.
