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
“Depends.” Sunjata chimes with a bit of amusement, a quiet smirk on his face. “I like to think I reflect Torchline quite well.” Whether or not that’s true is another story. So instead he focuses on the answer she gives him on what she prefers. He offers her a nod and a chuckle at the mention of less danger to the face, Sunjata’s hand rising to his jaw as if to rub at sore muscles and finally disappeared bruising. “Mm, that is true. Last time I dislocated my jaw.” And it hadn’t entirely kept him down.
But they’re moving a bit quicker now as Sunjata guides him toward the spot he’d figured that whatever it was she was looking for would be found. She bounds ahead of him and he follows curiously, watching as she climbs onto a protruding tree trunk above the cliff, Sunjata approaching the edge without hesitation and leaning over – unworried of whether he’d fall or not, he could shift into a bird and fly his way back out after all.
So he accompanies her when she tells him to look, his steel gaze scanning the side of the cliffs until his brows furrow a bit and he looks back to her with a disbelieving smile. “We’re here for bees?” He asks, raising a brow. “If that’s the case…” He casts a glance back at the smoker, pausing to lick his lips as he follows her to get closer to the hive, unworried of the anger of the bees as he reaches out. “Let me give you a hand, then.” He reaches out and compels quite a few of the worker bees on the outside of the hive to go and collect pollen and leave them alone, convincing them that they’re not a threat. They zip past him and Iris until they disappear into the foliage behind them and his gaze turns expectant to her. “So what do you need to get from them? I’m assuming it’s not a bee. A piece of the hive? The honey?”
But they’re moving a bit quicker now as Sunjata guides him toward the spot he’d figured that whatever it was she was looking for would be found. She bounds ahead of him and he follows curiously, watching as she climbs onto a protruding tree trunk above the cliff, Sunjata approaching the edge without hesitation and leaning over – unworried of whether he’d fall or not, he could shift into a bird and fly his way back out after all.
So he accompanies her when she tells him to look, his steel gaze scanning the side of the cliffs until his brows furrow a bit and he looks back to her with a disbelieving smile. “We’re here for bees?” He asks, raising a brow. “If that’s the case…” He casts a glance back at the smoker, pausing to lick his lips as he follows her to get closer to the hive, unworried of the anger of the bees as he reaches out. “Let me give you a hand, then.” He reaches out and compels quite a few of the worker bees on the outside of the hive to go and collect pollen and leave them alone, convincing them that they’re not a threat. They zip past him and Iris until they disappear into the foliage behind them and his gaze turns expectant to her. “So what do you need to get from them? I’m assuming it’s not a bee. A piece of the hive? The honey?”
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.
