SUNJATA
He had been there when Phoebe had started to make the lanterns. He had also been there to listen to her talk of what the event was, what the lanterns signified, what the point of the entire thing was. And while she made her many lanterns, he had spent his own time working on his own – really, the only one he had cared much about anyway. And he had, though not particularly saying why it had affected him as much, but it made it easier that way.
A lantern that was simple, but adorned in varying shades of blue – for the water back home and the lights that day on the rooftops, with purple and gold for the clouds above. He was by no means an artist, but he at least tried to make it appear beautiful, and for that he thinks he’s succeeded. So he goes with Phoebe, giving her space as she hangs her multitude of lanterns, first the ones that had mattered but not quite as much as the last two, and he glances around the area for a place to put his own.
He leaves her before she places Emmett’s lantern, letting her grieve and deal with the lanterns as they sway with the wind, light flickering through the paper walls. And he makes his way to a separate place, where he decides that perhaps Lusea’s lantern might fit well in with the rest of them. Slowly, he reaches up to hang it, steel eyes glimmering as he stares at the lantern and watches it sway before he shakes his head and makes his way back toward Phoebe – approaching just as she had hung the last lantern and stares at it.
Eyes dart to Pim briefly before he stands behind Phoebe and wraps her in his arms, to look at the lanterns he knows mean so much to her.
A lantern that was simple, but adorned in varying shades of blue – for the water back home and the lights that day on the rooftops, with purple and gold for the clouds above. He was by no means an artist, but he at least tried to make it appear beautiful, and for that he thinks he’s succeeded. So he goes with Phoebe, giving her space as she hangs her multitude of lanterns, first the ones that had mattered but not quite as much as the last two, and he glances around the area for a place to put his own.
He leaves her before she places Emmett’s lantern, letting her grieve and deal with the lanterns as they sway with the wind, light flickering through the paper walls. And he makes his way to a separate place, where he decides that perhaps Lusea’s lantern might fit well in with the rest of them. Slowly, he reaches up to hang it, steel eyes glimmering as he stares at the lantern and watches it sway before he shakes his head and makes his way back toward Phoebe – approaching just as she had hung the last lantern and stares at it.
Eyes dart to Pim briefly before he stands behind Phoebe and wraps her in his arms, to look at the lanterns he knows mean so much to her.
boy with gunsmoke
for breath, boy with
rebellion in your bones
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.
