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
“It’s been a long night.” Or day, he can’t particularly tell what time it is right now, not even when Jack settles on a window sill and opens up a shutter. Light leaks in and Sunjata squints, before moving to a pitcher on the table with a glass beside it, pouring himself one that he downs quickly. He sinks into the couch beside Seven, reaching over to scratch behind her ears before his attention is brought back to Jack.
“Is there anything that needs destroying right this second? I took care of the kid starting shit in Haulani. I’ve got Safrin’s help with protecting us this Flowerbirth.” They’re all defenses though, knowing deep down his troubles are that shitty flickering figure that keeps popping up at inopportune times, pair that with the fact Nate’s in the Climb for who knows how much longer.
He rubs at his neck, over nearly healed bruises now, as he considers. “This is called coping, in case you weren’t aware.” A brow is raised in Jack’s direction, until a sound of paws clacks along the floor as Haai arrives to inspect Jack.
“Is there anything that needs destroying right this second? I took care of the kid starting shit in Haulani. I’ve got Safrin’s help with protecting us this Flowerbirth.” They’re all defenses though, knowing deep down his troubles are that shitty flickering figure that keeps popping up at inopportune times, pair that with the fact Nate’s in the Climb for who knows how much longer.
He rubs at his neck, over nearly healed bruises now, as he considers. “This is called coping, in case you weren’t aware.” A brow is raised in Jack’s direction, until a sound of paws clacks along the floor as Haai arrives to inspect Jack.
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.
