SUNJATA
the flood
you killed a man there, and i cried
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
“What excuses?” He questions, feeling himself begin to bristle as he always was prone to do when she was like this — but he inhales sharply, exhales slowly, easily realizing its not worth any of the arguments that ensue. “Not excuses. Just busy. Like killing the sea panther that lured a fair amount of Haulani to their deaths just the other day.” A brow raises to that, before he’s pushing off the wall and moving to step a bit closer to her.
He nods to her comment, looking further down the alleyway. “I met Finn, but he didn’t tell me anything about what he was or what he was here for. What I want to know is who these people are and what they want. And if it’s any way connected to the Fae that’s been murdering and attacking Ascendeds.” He lets his gaze flicker back to her, his skin evidence of just how much he cared about ensuring the Ascended’s safety within Torchline.
He nods to her comment, looking further down the alleyway. “I met Finn, but he didn’t tell me anything about what he was or what he was here for. What I want to know is who these people are and what they want. And if it’s any way connected to the Fae that’s been murdering and attacking Ascendeds.” He lets his gaze flicker back to her, his skin evidence of just how much he cared about ensuring the Ascended’s safety within Torchline.
by the way, dear, we're alive
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
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.
