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
A quick detour before they head home and things begin to change as they know it. Peeling off the layers of Halo, Sunjata glances toward Nate with a raised brow, hearing the whispers of the Voice curing it. Sunjata wonders if Loren had gone through with taking the metal to the Voice, if she’d figured out a way to heal the Ascended. He hadn’t expected it to work for them as well – but the option is given, the words something that he can’t argue with.
Still, it does bring some anxieties pooling into his stomach as he looks toward Nate. What would Safrin think? And the more and more he watches those come and receive the cure – he watches Remi, watches Sam, watches as more and more fill out the line. His hand wraps tight around Nate’s, making their way into the line as well, deciding that it’s more important that he and Nate are healed, more important that Nate is healed and he knows that he has to show his support to his husband.
And so, he steps up, finally taking a moment to look upon the Voice, to feel the electricity spark and sizzle within him, burning away the lingering effects. And so he dips his head, exhaling a breath of relief. “Thank you.” And he steps aside, gaze flickering toward Nate, hand squeezing his husband’s tight.
Still, it does bring some anxieties pooling into his stomach as he looks toward Nate. What would Safrin think? And the more and more he watches those come and receive the cure – he watches Remi, watches Sam, watches as more and more fill out the line. His hand wraps tight around Nate’s, making their way into the line as well, deciding that it’s more important that he and Nate are healed, more important that Nate is healed and he knows that he has to show his support to his husband.
And so, he steps up, finally taking a moment to look upon the Voice, to feel the electricity spark and sizzle within him, burning away the lingering effects. And so he dips his head, exhaling a breath of relief. “Thank you.” And he steps aside, gaze flickering toward Nate, hand squeezing his husband’s tight.
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.
