SUNJATA
the flood
all the drinkin' and the druggin' and the black and the red
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
She lingers by the door at first, and he’s too busy focusing on the window, on birds beyond it that he’s not sure are real or not. But his gaze does slip back to her momentarily when she returns, lashes fluttering slightly as he offers a quick glance before looking away again. A glass of cold tea is offered, and he takes it in too warm hands, goosebumps rising along his skin and a shiver running down his spine, he stares at it as if to ensure that it’s definitely not water.
He’s just pretending that tea added to water tended to make it something else entirely.
Still, it’s with a great deal of exhaustion and fear that he manages to take a sip from it, fighting the sensation of daggers in his parched throat. “Sure.” He murmurs, hoping that it would be something he could focus on to finish drinking the tea. And it works, for the most part, until exhaustion and sleep drag him away again.
- FIN <3
He’s just pretending that tea added to water tended to make it something else entirely.
Still, it’s with a great deal of exhaustion and fear that he manages to take a sip from it, fighting the sensation of daggers in his parched throat. “Sure.” He murmurs, hoping that it would be something he could focus on to finish drinking the tea. And it works, for the most part, until exhaustion and sleep drag him away again.
- FIN <3
i think i'm losin' too much
but there's just never enough
but there's just never enough
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.
