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
He doesn’t care if the water spills so long as she gets enough of it. As for the whiskey? Same thing. He watches her carefully, asking a question before he’s focusing on her leg and the wound still bleeding there, grabbing the rag and water again to clean that wound and wrap it, to get the worst ones done first. His heart continues to thunder, worry sinking in deeper and deeper with each passing second.
His first question is why would anyone attack her? Knowing how close she is to him and Zeph, a member of the council as well, why they would dump her at his doorstep. He knows the answer, somewhere deep down in that blocky head of his, but he doesn’t want to force it upon her and sound like he’s lost his mind. So he keeps his gaze down at the wound he cleans, taking a steadying breath but sure that Vai could feel the way his hands tremble. “Do you know who did it?” He should be afraid of the answer.
His first question is why would anyone attack her? Knowing how close she is to him and Zeph, a member of the council as well, why they would dump her at his doorstep. He knows the answer, somewhere deep down in that blocky head of his, but he doesn’t want to force it upon her and sound like he’s lost his mind. So he keeps his gaze down at the wound he cleans, taking a steadying breath but sure that Vai could feel the way his hands tremble. “Do you know who did it?” He should be afraid of the answer.
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.
