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
As Jack mentions it, a puff of smoke is sent his direction as Haai’s tongue lolls out the side of her mouth, tail wagging a bit before she settles on the floor, wings tucked in tight and observing. Sunjata focuses on Seven’s settling, no complaints leaving him when Jack swipes the glass. Instead, Sunjata leans back in the couch a bit more, letting the edge of the cushion and the pillows become a backboard for him as he watches Jack inspect.
“It’s a flicker most of the time, but the rare occasions like earlier when I saw him a bit more fully.” In short, yes. He tears his gaze away now to pull at a piece of loose fur from the blanket thrown along the couch. “Yoga?” This does spark a laugh from him, something rumbling and easy despite the heaviness of the topic. “No. I cope how I’ve always coped. Drinking. Smoking. Fighting. Fucking.” Not exactly the types of coping mechanisms that made one appear healthy and content.
“It’s a flicker most of the time, but the rare occasions like earlier when I saw him a bit more fully.” In short, yes. He tears his gaze away now to pull at a piece of loose fur from the blanket thrown along the couch. “Yoga?” This does spark a laugh from him, something rumbling and easy despite the heaviness of the topic. “No. I cope how I’ve always coped. Drinking. Smoking. Fighting. Fucking.” Not exactly the types of coping mechanisms that made one appear healthy and content.
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.
