SUNJATA
the flood
so put your faith in the devil and the deep blue sea
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
The question that Aurelia stumbles over has Sunjata stilling, immediately shaking his head to her with a quiet huff of a laugh. “Gods no.” He’d never wanted anything of that kind of responsibility. He had enough on his plate with Torchline, let alone doing the bidding of gods – at least this way, remaining attuned, helped him feel like he had some control over himself. “Just… Favored. Not a demigod but noticed, I suppose.” And he had been noticed.
So why didn’t he stop then before getting in too deep? Why did he decide after Maea’s death to go and throw himself at Safrin to become her puppet when his life would change in so many more ways than he ever had anticipated? Because he couldn’t see the end, couldn’t see how things were going to turn out, couldn’t see what was right in front of him even.
She tells him of the specific skillset, of choosing sides, and Sunjata knows that all too well. He nods to her, pausing as he fishes around in his bag for a jug of water to swig from before handing it to her. “Ludo has. Safrin… I don’t think she cares that much.” He offers quietly, even if it doesn’t soothe or balm his fears. “I don’t want to have to choose sides but I fear I will have to one day.” Or compromise or hide away. But he shakes his head, agreeing with her on the tail end of what she says, relating to it far more than he’d anticipated.
“Safrin and Vi are for life. I killed… A lot of people back home too. But it wasn’t ever something I wanted to do. So I chose to follow life.” It’s a quiet agreement with her statement, while his gaze fixates on the bonfire before them, before he’s taking a deep breath and tilting his head to the starry sky. “Given your newfound abilities, I hear it’ll be difficult getting in with the gods.” He pauses, lips pursing slightly before his steel gaze lands back on her, alight with the flicker of the flames that changes them into molten steel. “If you want company to her lighthouse to speak with her I will go with you if you want.” The offer is laid out, but he isn’t done yet. “Come with us when I go to turn in the monsoon protection quest, you’ll get to see her for yourself as well.”
So why didn’t he stop then before getting in too deep? Why did he decide after Maea’s death to go and throw himself at Safrin to become her puppet when his life would change in so many more ways than he ever had anticipated? Because he couldn’t see the end, couldn’t see how things were going to turn out, couldn’t see what was right in front of him even.
She tells him of the specific skillset, of choosing sides, and Sunjata knows that all too well. He nods to her, pausing as he fishes around in his bag for a jug of water to swig from before handing it to her. “Ludo has. Safrin… I don’t think she cares that much.” He offers quietly, even if it doesn’t soothe or balm his fears. “I don’t want to have to choose sides but I fear I will have to one day.” Or compromise or hide away. But he shakes his head, agreeing with her on the tail end of what she says, relating to it far more than he’d anticipated.
“Safrin and Vi are for life. I killed… A lot of people back home too. But it wasn’t ever something I wanted to do. So I chose to follow life.” It’s a quiet agreement with her statement, while his gaze fixates on the bonfire before them, before he’s taking a deep breath and tilting his head to the starry sky. “Given your newfound abilities, I hear it’ll be difficult getting in with the gods.” He pauses, lips pursing slightly before his steel gaze lands back on her, alight with the flicker of the flames that changes them into molten steel. “If you want company to her lighthouse to speak with her I will go with you if you want.” The offer is laid out, but he isn’t done yet. “Come with us when I go to turn in the monsoon protection quest, you’ll get to see her for yourself as well.”
there's a darkness up ahead
i will see you where the shadow ends
i will see you where the shadow ends
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.
