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
Sunjata keeps his distance for the most part, reaching up to wipe away the blood that drips from his lip, shadowed steel gaze watching Vai with concern and fear, enough that his gaze shudders when Zeph throws a piercing glare his way. He manages to lift his gaze to the smuggler, working his jaw when so many out there in LongNight have pointed the finger at him while he’d been sequestered away in this house. “Go ask your friend Kane.” There’s an edge to his tone, a sharpness to his jaw as he works it, wanting to spit upon the name as it leaves his lips.
“He sounds like me, doesn’t he?” His gaze narrows. Zeph had been there the way Sunjata froze at the reception when Kane had arrived. That had to be enough, right? “Like I said, I’ve been here. I heard her cry out on the doorstep. I didn’t do anything.” This last bit is hissed out, taking a step back as Haai curls around by his feet, her ears flattened against Zeph but she whines as Vai tries to take a step and fails.
He wonders how Zeph thinks that if he had done this to Vai, why he would be attempting to fix her, to piece her back together again. But he doesn’t have the words, just that oily black feeling in his gut roaring again as he shakes his head and moves into his kitchen, sure they don’t want him interfering anymore than he supposedly had already. “I tried to clean up her wounds, I don’t know how many there are. But I’m not a healer, so.” His tone is quieter, somehow more fractured, an easy dismissal before he can try and piece together what happened.
“He sounds like me, doesn’t he?” His gaze narrows. Zeph had been there the way Sunjata froze at the reception when Kane had arrived. That had to be enough, right? “Like I said, I’ve been here. I heard her cry out on the doorstep. I didn’t do anything.” This last bit is hissed out, taking a step back as Haai curls around by his feet, her ears flattened against Zeph but she whines as Vai tries to take a step and fails.
He wonders how Zeph thinks that if he had done this to Vai, why he would be attempting to fix her, to piece her back together again. But he doesn’t have the words, just that oily black feeling in his gut roaring again as he shakes his head and moves into his kitchen, sure they don’t want him interfering anymore than he supposedly had already. “I tried to clean up her wounds, I don’t know how many there are. But I’m not a healer, so.” His tone is quieter, somehow more fractured, an easy dismissal before he can try and piece together what happened.
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.
