SUNJATA
the flood
you killed a man there, and i cried
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
It’s the first time he’s been to see it fully. Having been unable to pull himself together enough to see the damage, ensuring to himself that Kamaria was safe, had been safe during the time he’d been gone and Nate had been occupied. But the destruction he stumbles upon in the Slagveld only grows that bitter part of him – a part that sounds so much like the deep tones of his father in the paranoia that begins to spark.
He’s sent a letter to Aurelia, to meet him here, to go through it all – knowing it would take him some time. He’s beat up, still, injuries slowly healing along his skin and a voice rough and tight. A canteen of water strapped to his hip because he’d promised Nate he’d try to remember to drink more so his throat would heal faster.
And because he doesn’t know that Aurelia’s attuned, he keeps his hold on the bond loosened – when the Arbiter arrives, she’ll find him simmering, a quiet unhinged rage that lingers through him like a low buzz, likely at the time he’d picked up a piece of burnt rubble to inspect for a fraction of a moment before he throws it into the sand of the ruined boxing ring and rubs at his face hard enough to leave a red mark on his cheek when he pulls his hands away.
He’s sent a letter to Aurelia, to meet him here, to go through it all – knowing it would take him some time. He’s beat up, still, injuries slowly healing along his skin and a voice rough and tight. A canteen of water strapped to his hip because he’d promised Nate he’d try to remember to drink more so his throat would heal faster.
And because he doesn’t know that Aurelia’s attuned, he keeps his hold on the bond loosened – when the Arbiter arrives, she’ll find him simmering, a quiet unhinged rage that lingers through him like a low buzz, likely at the time he’d picked up a piece of burnt rubble to inspect for a fraction of a moment before he throws it into the sand of the ruined boxing ring and rubs at his face hard enough to leave a red mark on his cheek when he pulls his hands away.
by the way, dear, we're alive
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
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.
