SUNJATA
the flood
“Sure.” Sunjata murmurs, waiting idly as he takes a sip of his cocoa, steel gaze tracking Darkeye’s movements as the book opens and he begins to explain. And so, it seems his reputation is quite well known these days, and with it the very same miscommunication the Old Gods had spewed over and over and over again. A muscle feathers in his jaw, but he remains silent until Darkeye finishes – knowing better than to try and overtake the conversation. After all, they’re valid questions, and he can’t be upset that the fact of the matter is that people continue to speak for him rather than talk to him themselves.
He takes another sip of his cocoa to soothe him, to warm him up before he begins. “I’m unsure where you’ve heard that this safe haven will only protect those I care about. It’s open for everyone to enter. The only catch is that once they’re in and the war starts, they won’t be able to get out.” He pauses, gaze scanning the other man to see how he takes it before he continues. “It’s a neutral ground that Frey is creating. We’ve gotten some help from the Voice as well, so I suppose it depends on who’s tolerant enough to have some Ascended within it as well who wish to join.” Perhaps it isn’t the correct thing to say, but it’s the truth. Sunjata had betrayed Safrin solely because he didn’t believe in this war. He didn’t want to be a part of it and be forced to be her blade, forced to face his husband on the battlefield.
“As for the other demigods, I cannot speak for them. But I have informed all the leaders, of which three are demigods themselves for the Old Gods, of my intentions on creating such a space. And I do intend on hosting meetings both within the Wilds and hopefully Torchline in order to spread the message more.” He isn’t sure if this answers Darkeye’s questions, but he hopes that it gets the point across that yes, it is for everyone. Anyone that wanted to join who could. “If it helps, the only ones of my own family that will be able to enter it are my sons. My husband is excluded from it.” And so he must remain inside without knowing his husband’s whereabouts, without knowing his fate, out in the great unknown while he remains sequestered, hidden, just as his deal with Frey to become their demigod had started.
Only, he'd branched out. Instead of only protecting himself, he can protect more.
He takes another sip of his cocoa to soothe him, to warm him up before he begins. “I’m unsure where you’ve heard that this safe haven will only protect those I care about. It’s open for everyone to enter. The only catch is that once they’re in and the war starts, they won’t be able to get out.” He pauses, gaze scanning the other man to see how he takes it before he continues. “It’s a neutral ground that Frey is creating. We’ve gotten some help from the Voice as well, so I suppose it depends on who’s tolerant enough to have some Ascended within it as well who wish to join.” Perhaps it isn’t the correct thing to say, but it’s the truth. Sunjata had betrayed Safrin solely because he didn’t believe in this war. He didn’t want to be a part of it and be forced to be her blade, forced to face his husband on the battlefield.
“As for the other demigods, I cannot speak for them. But I have informed all the leaders, of which three are demigods themselves for the Old Gods, of my intentions on creating such a space. And I do intend on hosting meetings both within the Wilds and hopefully Torchline in order to spread the message more.” He isn’t sure if this answers Darkeye’s questions, but he hopes that it gets the point across that yes, it is for everyone. Anyone that wanted to join who could. “If it helps, the only ones of my own family that will be able to enter it are my sons. My husband is excluded from it.” And so he must remain inside without knowing his husband’s whereabouts, without knowing his fate, out in the great unknown while he remains sequestered, hidden, just as his deal with Frey to become their demigod had started.
Only, he'd branched out. Instead of only protecting himself, he can protect more.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
