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
The narrowing of Deimos’ gaze certainly keeps Sunjata’s distance. He remembers the threats, nearly clear as day, and truthfully he wouldn’t be doing this – he’d stay away, keep his distance, pretend the other didn’t exist just as Deimos did to him time and time again. But he does have something Deimos likely wants. “I don’t know if you need it, but you may want it.” He offers a bit awkwardly, shrugging a scarred shoulder, bundled by the clothes he wears.
“It’s a letter from Kiada.” His accent fits her name like a glove (they’ve come from similar spaces, after all. A similar world with varying continents of which Kiada’s name had originated). “And I thought perhaps you might want some of these for Halo.” He lifts the arm carrying the bundle, though most of it is hidden, containing a warm blanket with a few sets of throwing knives (Kiada had given him the idea, of course).
But he still doesn’t move forward until Deimos decides – almost as if the scars that dance up his side from hip to shoulder were aching in the Sword’s presence.
“It’s a letter from Kiada.” His accent fits her name like a glove (they’ve come from similar spaces, after all. A similar world with varying continents of which Kiada’s name had originated). “And I thought perhaps you might want some of these for Halo.” He lifts the arm carrying the bundle, though most of it is hidden, containing a warm blanket with a few sets of throwing knives (Kiada had given him the idea, of course).
But he still doesn’t move forward until Deimos decides – almost as if the scars that dance up his side from hip to shoulder were aching in the Sword’s presence.
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.
