SUNJATA
i heard you telling lies
i heard you say you weren't born of our blood
i heard you say you weren't born of our blood
A letter sent to Melita once he’d received the one in return. One that invites her to meet him at the house, because she’d agreed to meet as well as it’ll give him an idea of what she wants to do with her things given that she hasn’t been spending much time there at all. He works from room to room, leaving hers empty while he packs up the nonessentials while they work to build the house in King’s End, and for a fleeting moment all feels calm and collected.
For the moment, of course, because they never last.
One box is closed and sealed and stacked among the others, Sunjata resting with his back to the kitchen counter, sweat gleaming along his skin with a cigarette hanging out of one mouth, dragging on it idly as he finds the willpower to go and start another box, waiting for her arrival into the home they’d all shared.
For the moment, of course, because they never last.
One box is closed and sealed and stacked among the others, Sunjata resting with his back to the kitchen counter, sweat gleaming along his skin with a cigarette hanging out of one mouth, dragging on it idly as he finds the willpower to go and start another box, waiting for her arrival into the home they’d all shared.
i know we're the crooked kind
but you're crooked too, boy, and it shows
but you're crooked too, boy, and it shows
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.
