SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
With a promise to meet the Valkyrie tomorrow, Sunjata finally tears himself away from her and the comfort that it had brought despite the stress of the night with so many old faces and ghosts at his doorstep. He’s certainly feeling the alcohol, not like he had with that party Danta had hosted, but enough that it takes him a moment to find Isla, leaning back on one hand by the bonfire. He towers over her from where she sits, but he only half blocks the fire when he comes to a stop in front of her, bending down enough to offer her a hand with a sweet, easy smile. “I think the party is over.” He rumbles, though it’s an obvious sight with how many people remained from the bustle of the beginning of the party.
“Wanna head out?” He asks after a moment, as if he realizes belatedly that the hand offered out to her might not have signified what he meant – trying to use his words to fill in the space of quiet chatter and the crackling of the bonfire and the people that continue to drift about around the sand.
“Wanna head out?” He asks after a moment, as if he realizes belatedly that the hand offered out to her might not have signified what he meant – trying to use his words to fill in the space of quiet chatter and the crackling of the bonfire and the people that continue to drift about around the sand.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
