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
Seven leaps up and departs the room with a swift ‘bye’ that leaves Sunjata with a suddenly cold lap and the freedom to at least stretch his long legs now. So he does, pulling the blanket over haphazardly, leaning back and reaching into the drawer of the table for his smokes, pulling one out and the little lighter Libbs’ had made him what felt like ages ago. “Only sounds like fun when there’s something else involved.” He half mutters with the cigarette hanging from his lips as he goes to light it.
“They look like they’re working when I’m doing them, obviously.” He challenges, gaze lifting back to Jack as he draws the smoke in, let’s it curl around his nose before exhaling a plume nice and slow. “I know.” He starts to say, but it isn’t exactly the fear of a shadowed ghostlike figure hurting him. It’s the memory of it to begin with. “It’s the memories that hurt, Jack.” He says a bit quieter, pulling at another loose thread, drawing from the cigarette to ward away the memories of being a young disappointment, one reminded to him by hand time and time again.
“They look like they’re working when I’m doing them, obviously.” He challenges, gaze lifting back to Jack as he draws the smoke in, let’s it curl around his nose before exhaling a plume nice and slow. “I know.” He starts to say, but it isn’t exactly the fear of a shadowed ghostlike figure hurting him. It’s the memory of it to begin with. “It’s the memories that hurt, Jack.” He says a bit quieter, pulling at another loose thread, drawing from the cigarette to ward away the memories of being a young disappointment, one reminded to him by hand time and time again.
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.
