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
Isla’s already approaching by the time Sunjata turns to look, the woman quite close as he shifts to return to staring out over the moonlit ocean. “Hello, Isla.” He replies quickly, even if his voice cracks in it’s hoarseness. He nods to the space beside him should she wish to sit, but even if she doesn’t he doesn’t find it in him much to care.
“It’s okay.” He tells her by answering the idea she’s bothering him. She isn’t, so far, but his gaze does lift from the ocean waves to meet her face as she mentions that it’s about Nate. And he nods, working his jaw. “So you’ve noticed it too?” It’s a quiet admission, one that has him lowering his gaze back to the water, taking an inhale of breath, nodding for her to continue.
“It’s okay.” He tells her by answering the idea she’s bothering him. She isn’t, so far, but his gaze does lift from the ocean waves to meet her face as she mentions that it’s about Nate. And he nods, working his jaw. “So you’ve noticed it too?” It’s a quiet admission, one that has him lowering his gaze back to the water, taking an inhale of breath, nodding for her to continue.
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.
