SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
She fights back against him and it has that horror curling deeper, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind it’s because of his voice, led up to by the reminder of Arsen’s body nailed to the wall. But she’s still alive, still breathing even despite what occurred, and Sunjata clutches her tighter to bring her in. “It’s me, it’s me, Vai.” He stumbles over his words, trying to breathe as it settles in his gut. “I…” He trails off, kicking the door closed behind him, summoning Haai to go and grab some towels and blankets, the first aid kit (even if Sunjata hardly knows anything about using it, he’s flying by the seat of his pants).
Taking her inside, he pushes aside whatever things sit on the couch, uncaring if they get dirty, simply wanting to set her down on something soft and kind in comparison to what had occurred. “I don’t know.” He doesn’t know why, but he can guess, and it has a sharp clench to his jaw once she’s finally out of his arms and he can look her over. “Lets clean you up okay?” He suggests, trying his fucking best to replicate Nate and having absolutely zero of the confidence that doesn’t keep his voice from trembling.
Haai returns with towels and Sunjata’s departed momentarily to grab a bucket of water, returning quickly to sink to his knees beside her with the warm water and a towel to try and wipe away the blood and find out where the injuries are.
Taking her inside, he pushes aside whatever things sit on the couch, uncaring if they get dirty, simply wanting to set her down on something soft and kind in comparison to what had occurred. “I don’t know.” He doesn’t know why, but he can guess, and it has a sharp clench to his jaw once she’s finally out of his arms and he can look her over. “Lets clean you up okay?” He suggests, trying his fucking best to replicate Nate and having absolutely zero of the confidence that doesn’t keep his voice from trembling.
Haai returns with towels and Sunjata’s departed momentarily to grab a bucket of water, returning quickly to sink to his knees beside her with the warm water and a towel to try and wipe away the blood and find out where the injuries are.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
