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
No, it doesn’t always work out as intended. At least, it hadn’t when he’d followed Safrin. His intentions had often gotten warped and changed, twisted into a manipulated construction of exactly what he didn’t want. With Frey, though? He hasn’t experienced that yet – if anything it had been bluntly, exactly what he’d asked for. So it’s with that that Sunjata carries his hope that this would work out exactly as has been explained.
Of course, nobody would know until it happened. If he managed to get it done in time.
He raises a brow, watching as Deimos crafts something for him to contain the fire within, and a split second later watches as it essentially is flung toward him – Sunjata floundering to catch it in order to ensure it doesn’t break. He doesn’t notice the words on the inside, not yet, but he will as soon as he leaves and it’ll spark a little snicker. For now, though, he catches it, nods his thanks to Deimos, and instead of approaching or tossing Deimos’ items toward him, he sets it down, the letter nestled atop the bundle of blankets and throwing knives.
“Thanks.” It’s short and to the point, and with the gift in hand, he turns and walks away, keeping his presence from souring Deimos’ evening any further.
- FIN <333
Of course, nobody would know until it happened. If he managed to get it done in time.
He raises a brow, watching as Deimos crafts something for him to contain the fire within, and a split second later watches as it essentially is flung toward him – Sunjata floundering to catch it in order to ensure it doesn’t break. He doesn’t notice the words on the inside, not yet, but he will as soon as he leaves and it’ll spark a little snicker. For now, though, he catches it, nods his thanks to Deimos, and instead of approaching or tossing Deimos’ items toward him, he sets it down, the letter nestled atop the bundle of blankets and throwing knives.
“Thanks.” It’s short and to the point, and with the gift in hand, he turns and walks away, keeping his presence from souring Deimos’ evening any further.
- FIN <333
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.
