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
It’s a strange impasse between them – on one hand, she had died and when she’d returned, things were supposed to go back to normal. For him? He’d found a new normal. Gotten married. Had kids. Nearly died another multitude of times. But even still, the scars sustained from his time with the woman that sits herself on that mossy boulder near enough to him, still cover his lower half of his body. The crescent moon shaped pale skin that breaks up the smooth otherwise sunkissed surface along his legs – legs of which are folded beneath him as he picks at the pokey, sharp frame when her question hits.
He can tell the way she fidgets – having known her well enough up until her rebirth – but he doesn’t think it’s his place to ask. It isn’t his place to check on her anymore. Even if he feels that slight stirring of inclination to. Instead, he sucks in a sharp breath, stares at the little lantern, shakes his head as those draconic horns spiral out from his skull and he lowers his leathery wings to drape across the sand and dirt behind him. “Nate.” He admits, shrugging lightly, working his jaw in a way that has the scar bunching and twisting.
“It’s a bit morbid, probably. I, however, find it amusing. Thought it’d be a good birthday gift.” Considering Leafchange was both of their birthdays and Sunjata, thus far, has celebrated it alone and Nate? Nate wasn’t around to celebrate it anyway. And so what if it's a little bit fucked up - the Flood has come close to death far too many times for the strings in his mind to align just right anymore, anyway.
He can tell the way she fidgets – having known her well enough up until her rebirth – but he doesn’t think it’s his place to ask. It isn’t his place to check on her anymore. Even if he feels that slight stirring of inclination to. Instead, he sucks in a sharp breath, stares at the little lantern, shakes his head as those draconic horns spiral out from his skull and he lowers his leathery wings to drape across the sand and dirt behind him. “Nate.” He admits, shrugging lightly, working his jaw in a way that has the scar bunching and twisting.
“It’s a bit morbid, probably. I, however, find it amusing. Thought it’d be a good birthday gift.” Considering Leafchange was both of their birthdays and Sunjata, thus far, has celebrated it alone and Nate? Nate wasn’t around to celebrate it anyway. And so what if it's a little bit fucked up - the Flood has come close to death far too many times for the strings in his mind to align just right anymore, anyway.
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.
