SuNJATA
the flood
“You’re correct. I think it's been clear for a while.” Sunjata mutters, annoyance clear in the feathering of his jaw, in the way those arms cross along his shoulders and the blood on his neck shifts to inky black, flaking away with each movement, each pulse of his heartbeat. “I never expected you to apologize for it, it’s just how it is. Perhaps I was naïve in hoping there might be some ounce of understanding in there somewhere." He shrugs, using every ounce he has to not roll his eyes at the mention of sacrificing part of his soul. Something Sunjata had done as well, unintentionally, in the hopes of retrieving one of the relics.
So instead of letting those feelings flood through this dream, Sunjata withdraws, a hard shell molding around him the best he can in this strange dreamscape. “I suppose it is.” But he has a sneaking suspicion that Remi would be far more successful in his endeavors than Sunjata would be. At least he’d be able to keep the twins safe, even when Nate’s out doing the Voice’s bidding. He just hopes that at the end of the day there’s something to come back to when the haven's borders lift.
So instead of letting those feelings flood through this dream, Sunjata withdraws, a hard shell molding around him the best he can in this strange dreamscape. “I suppose it is.” But he has a sneaking suspicion that Remi would be far more successful in his endeavors than Sunjata would be. At least he’d be able to keep the twins safe, even when Nate’s out doing the Voice’s bidding. He just hopes that at the end of the day there’s something to come back to when the haven's borders lift.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
