SUNJATA
He’s sure he’s heading home, up along the cliffs to Aumakua, past the lighthouse, heading toward the home built into the rockery made specifically just for him and his family. And yet? All isn’t quite as it seems. He’s sure, sure enough that his steps seem almost well practiced, a few extra to the left as if he’s following a path nobody else but he can see.
The Flood doesn’t realize he’s made a mistake until his boot drops down suddenly – sure that there was a change in incline there, he should be stepping up, not evenly. Pair that with the slight damp breeze that’s surprisingly warm in comparison to the cooling of the evening, when suddenly everything comes to him. There is no path, there is no home before his eyes, but an expanse of colorful stones, of geysers under the moonlight and stars that billow into the night.
He sucks in a sharp breath, unable to clench his jaw without pain, the splotching of bruising along the side of his face, down his neck lighter now than it was before. But it still hurt, especially as he craves the idea of clenching his jaw, of grinding his teeth with the sudden realization and frustration that he is not where he thought he was.
Dark brows furrow instead, shifting to look at the rest of the area around him, seeing that nobody else was near as far as he could tell, though he isn’t too sure how much he should trust his mind at the moment, confusion evident in the way he reaches up to tear a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in the motion, his eyes eventually narrowing on the rainbow hued stones.
The Flood doesn’t realize he’s made a mistake until his boot drops down suddenly – sure that there was a change in incline there, he should be stepping up, not evenly. Pair that with the slight damp breeze that’s surprisingly warm in comparison to the cooling of the evening, when suddenly everything comes to him. There is no path, there is no home before his eyes, but an expanse of colorful stones, of geysers under the moonlight and stars that billow into the night.
He sucks in a sharp breath, unable to clench his jaw without pain, the splotching of bruising along the side of his face, down his neck lighter now than it was before. But it still hurt, especially as he craves the idea of clenching his jaw, of grinding his teeth with the sudden realization and frustration that he is not where he thought he was.
Dark brows furrow instead, shifting to look at the rest of the area around him, seeing that nobody else was near as far as he could tell, though he isn’t too sure how much he should trust his mind at the moment, confusion evident in the way he reaches up to tear a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in the motion, his eyes eventually narrowing on the rainbow hued stones.
we were young, dumb, taking our chance and making romance and breaking our promises
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
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.
