SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
Honestly, Sunjata pays little mind to the man with the woman, though part of him relishes in the moment of surprise that crosses the man’s face. But his attention is on Iris, as she greets him with her own surprise, an easier smile crossing his face as he dips his head as if he’s saying ‘yep, that’s me’. But his question is aired, curiosity laced through his voice, an avian tilt of his head as he considers her offer. It doesn’t take long, that easy smile twitching a bit wider as he nods, moving to sidle closer to the duo. “Suppose it can’t hurt.” He rumbles as she steps nearer, watching as she pauses to pull the unlit cigarette between her lips.
And it seems she’d like his help with it, lighting it that is, something that he can absolutely do yet not in the way she thinks. So he steps closer to her, to put one hand on the side of the cigarette to block the main bit of the wind that courses through, but his other hand reaches into his pocket to pull out a lighter that someone had crafted for him what felt like ages ago. He holds this one up instead of her match, hits the wheel on it and the flame comes to life, lighting her cigarette.
Of course, he’s not one to let her simply indulge on her own – so he also pulls out a pack from his shirt pocket, pulling one out and lighting it too. “That’s better.” He flashes her a wink and a rogue grin, feeling her out before he peers up the trail in the direction she’d been heading – still curious what it was she was searching for.
And it seems she’d like his help with it, lighting it that is, something that he can absolutely do yet not in the way she thinks. So he steps closer to her, to put one hand on the side of the cigarette to block the main bit of the wind that courses through, but his other hand reaches into his pocket to pull out a lighter that someone had crafted for him what felt like ages ago. He holds this one up instead of her match, hits the wheel on it and the flame comes to life, lighting her cigarette.
Of course, he’s not one to let her simply indulge on her own – so he also pulls out a pack from his shirt pocket, pulling one out and lighting it too. “That’s better.” He flashes her a wink and a rogue grin, feeling her out before he peers up the trail in the direction she’d been heading – still curious what it was she was searching for.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
