// i am the man we both couldn't stand. i can't wash the dirt from my hands. what was it like to feel in love?
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //
It’s a few days later from when Jack had visited, a couple of days after Nate’s returned, and the marks on his neck have darkened spectacularly. The governor makes no show to hide them, however, makes no show to say how he’d gotten them either. But he does arrive on the Ark as planned, papers under his arm shoved into a book, directed by some of the crew to a room on the ship.
He’s heard some whisper about a headache, and so Sunjata’s quiet, slipping into the room without so much as a knock. “Hey Jack.” It’s a quiet rumble — Sunjata’s considerate despite all else, as he slips into what he can only find to be quite the intense atmosphere. He scans it for Jack, waiting for some sort of response as he shuts the door behind him and lingers by it in the dark, gaze shifted to the slit steel of his dragon shift.
He’s heard some whisper about a headache, and so Sunjata’s quiet, slipping into the room without so much as a knock. “Hey Jack.” It’s a quiet rumble — Sunjata’s considerate despite all else, as he slips into what he can only find to be quite the intense atmosphere. He scans it for Jack, waiting for some sort of response as he shuts the door behind him and lingers by it in the dark, gaze shifted to the slit steel of his dragon shift.
i am the shadow driving the hearse, what was it like to feel in love? what was it like to feel?
SUNJATA
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.
