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’s always so versatile for him, helping him whenever he needs it eith easy to follow instructions that have him breathing easier despite the shit show of everything else. He knows there’s more to be said to explain in some instances, but if he can start off with the quiet little nods or shakes of his head, it makes it infinitely better.
So he nods, to agree to the questions, before she’s diving in. He nods again at the mention of it being recent but something that comes and goes. It’s always had the underlining of being there but now? Now it was face first, unable to be ignored. “It’s happened before. This time it’s worse.” He supplies, leaning back against Haai as she sniffs at Isla some more.
“When you ask him the hard questions, don’t look at him. It’s easier.” He offers her in case it helps, it’s what he’s learned helps him too. “There has been a lot in the span of a year.” He frowns, scratching at his bearded chin. “LongNight, getting captured and tortured by my father, what I did to him, then the clinic and ring burning.” His shoulders droop a bit more. “I think… He thinks about it constantly. So we’re paranoid at what else is going to happen. What else is going to go wrong.” He admits, going slow to take his time with it.
So he nods, to agree to the questions, before she’s diving in. He nods again at the mention of it being recent but something that comes and goes. It’s always had the underlining of being there but now? Now it was face first, unable to be ignored. “It’s happened before. This time it’s worse.” He supplies, leaning back against Haai as she sniffs at Isla some more.
“When you ask him the hard questions, don’t look at him. It’s easier.” He offers her in case it helps, it’s what he’s learned helps him too. “There has been a lot in the span of a year.” He frowns, scratching at his bearded chin. “LongNight, getting captured and tortured by my father, what I did to him, then the clinic and ring burning.” His shoulders droop a bit more. “I think… He thinks about it constantly. So we’re paranoid at what else is going to happen. What else is going to go wrong.” He admits, going slow to take his time with it.
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.
