SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
Sunjata snorts, nodding regardless of Danta’s words. Whether they’re intended to be playful or to wound, Sunjata doesn’t care nor find any offense to it. If anything, he focuses more on the question he asks, awaiting the answer should the Maverick see it fit to respond. And it’s then that the Flood looks at Danta a little bit differently – realizing, perhaps for the first time, just how old the man before him was.
“I see.” He rumbles softly, unable to find anything else to say or add, and so he turns away from the firelight flickering on the stone walls to glance over at Danta who’s already spread out on the bed. “Of course.” He gives the Maverick a little wave of goodbye as he slips out of the room, stepping down the hall to find someone who would give the Maverick a night to remember, if the room itself hasn't already done that.
- FIN <333
“I see.” He rumbles softly, unable to find anything else to say or add, and so he turns away from the firelight flickering on the stone walls to glance over at Danta who’s already spread out on the bed. “Of course.” He gives the Maverick a little wave of goodbye as he slips out of the room, stepping down the hall to find someone who would give the Maverick a night to remember, if the room itself hasn't already done that.
- FIN <333
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
