SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
“I was lucky enough to arrive after the barrier had fallen. But only the Greatwood and Halo were around at that point and… Well, let’s just say the first time I’d seen snow was when I landed in the Grounds.” It wasn’t something he was ashamed of, if anything it was more amusing now than anything else. Gods knew he’d already had a lifetime fill of it, between his Halo trips and avoiding the cold as much as possible. He decides that now, among the beaches and warmth of Torchline, the further away the snow stayed, the better. It wasn’t like he was going to go and seek it out. “Torchline’s closer to what I’m used to. Never get tired of the ocean.” This comes out a bit softer, more appreciation in it than anything else.
But they arrive at the clinic and Sunjata’s opening the door for her, gesturing for her to enter while he holds onto the box in his hands easily. Her comment ignites a quiet snort from him as he follows her in, the door closing behind them as he moves toward the center where the entrance desk sits to set the box down. “Got struck by lightning a few seasons back. Called down a storm right when someone handed me a lightning rod rather than throwing it at the beast. I wasn’t paying attention and grabbed it.” This is said with a hint of a grimace but some hidden amusement as well. “Very lucky to have survived it, to be honest.” And it was this very building that he’d been taken, worked on, treated – and lived. “They go all the way up my arm and halfway across my chest.” The little pink spiderwebbed scars, turning whiter with every passing season.
But they arrive at the clinic and Sunjata’s opening the door for her, gesturing for her to enter while he holds onto the box in his hands easily. Her comment ignites a quiet snort from him as he follows her in, the door closing behind them as he moves toward the center where the entrance desk sits to set the box down. “Got struck by lightning a few seasons back. Called down a storm right when someone handed me a lightning rod rather than throwing it at the beast. I wasn’t paying attention and grabbed it.” This is said with a hint of a grimace but some hidden amusement as well. “Very lucky to have survived it, to be honest.” And it was this very building that he’d been taken, worked on, treated – and lived. “They go all the way up my arm and halfway across my chest.” The little pink spiderwebbed scars, turning whiter with every passing season.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
