SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
He’s gotten to the point where he nearly recognizes everyone that’s here now, nearly recognizes the routines of the people as the weeks go by. Not much had changed from before LongNight and after, and he finds that far easier to deal with. However, it doesn’t do much to uplift his mood when the next person enters the bar and Haai immediately focuses on him, green gaze narrowed slightly as she recalls him from Sunjata’s memory.
And Sunjata puffs out a quiet sigh, taking a sip of his drink and closing the journal, head tilting slightly as Deimos makes his way to the counter. Ah, so they’re going to play this game, huh? As if Sunjata hadn’t been trying to fix all of his sins since the failure in Halo. He’d be content to leave and let be, however, if it weren’t for the realization that he’s marrying Hotaru soon, with Nate, and… Well, how Deimos should know, should get an invitation whenever it happens.
He rubs at his temple, the bridge of his nose, before he pushes back from the table and goes to stand beside Deimos at the counter, back to it as he glances toward Deimos before the entrance of the Hanged Man once more. “Didn’t expect to see you all the way over here.” He rumbles, accented voice lifting in the air between them. “Saves me a trip from the Grounds to talk to you though. It’s important, if you have a moment.” Even if Deimos doesn’t have a moment, Sunjata hopes something in his tone, in the look he gives him, gets Deimos to stay long enough to hear the information regardless.
And Sunjata puffs out a quiet sigh, taking a sip of his drink and closing the journal, head tilting slightly as Deimos makes his way to the counter. Ah, so they’re going to play this game, huh? As if Sunjata hadn’t been trying to fix all of his sins since the failure in Halo. He’d be content to leave and let be, however, if it weren’t for the realization that he’s marrying Hotaru soon, with Nate, and… Well, how Deimos should know, should get an invitation whenever it happens.
He rubs at his temple, the bridge of his nose, before he pushes back from the table and goes to stand beside Deimos at the counter, back to it as he glances toward Deimos before the entrance of the Hanged Man once more. “Didn’t expect to see you all the way over here.” He rumbles, accented voice lifting in the air between them. “Saves me a trip from the Grounds to talk to you though. It’s important, if you have a moment.” Even if Deimos doesn’t have a moment, Sunjata hopes something in his tone, in the look he gives him, gets Deimos to stay long enough to hear the information regardless.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
