SuNjATA
the flood
A hum of laughter leaves him as he nods to Oliver. Sunjata doesn’t know many things from other worlds (the man didn’t even know what snow was before arriving here, let alone creatures of another world) but he can certainly try. But the conversation shifts, edging toward the preparations of Longnight and where the two respective men would be staying, and Sunjata tightens his arms a small amount on his knees as they remain raised near his chest.
Perhaps he’s being a little too vague, but there’s a certain awkwardness when telling someone the fact that you aren’t exactly the most loyal of partners, despite having a golden history of it. Caido had changed him, and with it the blight had likely taken a roll in derailing his success. He mentions that it sucks, and Sunjata nods in agreement, before exhaling a plume of warm air – the chill to the world around them making it a puffy white cloud for a moment before it disperses.
And Oliver continues on, to which the newly Attuned is quiet and withdrawn as Oliver lays out what he wanted, a dramatic groan included that somehow manages to quirk the corner of his lip up in a half smile as he focuses on Oliver with his steel gaze. “I will be. I’m sure you will be too.” An accented rumble paired with that half smile is sent Oliver’s way before Sunjata looks out over the snow once more, along the fields and the wide expanse.
“Besides, the Temple has all the healer things. It’s probably safer to be there.” He adds with a light shrug. “Spent a bit of time in that college too, Phoebe has it stocked well.” A deep inhalation before he looks back over toward Oliver with a small amount more seriousness to his look. “And perhaps I should tell you a bit more… detailed, in terms of why I can’t go to the Temple.” His head tilts a brief moment as he contemplates where to even start with this mess.
“For starters, Lusea is from my world, from my home. Korofi. And we met… when I was twenty? Nineteen? It was awhile ago, but anyway, we ran together for a few years and things were good. Great even, on most days. But then we were captured, and my father had her killed. Not even minutes after that, my father had me in an arranged marriage for something beneficial as he put it.” There’s a small snort that leaves him, but his look remains serious, somewhat shadowed. “And eventually, I ran. Made it out for a few years before I arrived here and just… Kind of moved on. So I started dating Phoebe, the midwife here. And things in that regard were good. But I’m shit at opening up to people and telling people things about myself, yet she managed to unearth all this stuff about Lusea and my life, and then one day, Phoebe brings home someone who just arrived like you did, from the Spire.” His gaze focuses a bit harder.
“And it was Lusea. What had been three years for me had been seconds for her. She had died, and then she was here.” He explains, arms still tight around his knees as if he can remember the glass he had dropped when he looked at her, when she had looked at him. Time had stopped still in that moment. And somehow, Sunjata had managed to go and fuck that whole thing up eventually too. “So Phoebe left, and Lusea was back to me. But the whole situation was a bit… fucked up.” A wry smile crosses his face as he inhales and rubs at the scar on his neck again, trailing it up to his temple as he looks away from Oliver.
Perhaps he’s being a little too vague, but there’s a certain awkwardness when telling someone the fact that you aren’t exactly the most loyal of partners, despite having a golden history of it. Caido had changed him, and with it the blight had likely taken a roll in derailing his success. He mentions that it sucks, and Sunjata nods in agreement, before exhaling a plume of warm air – the chill to the world around them making it a puffy white cloud for a moment before it disperses.
And Oliver continues on, to which the newly Attuned is quiet and withdrawn as Oliver lays out what he wanted, a dramatic groan included that somehow manages to quirk the corner of his lip up in a half smile as he focuses on Oliver with his steel gaze. “I will be. I’m sure you will be too.” An accented rumble paired with that half smile is sent Oliver’s way before Sunjata looks out over the snow once more, along the fields and the wide expanse.
“Besides, the Temple has all the healer things. It’s probably safer to be there.” He adds with a light shrug. “Spent a bit of time in that college too, Phoebe has it stocked well.” A deep inhalation before he looks back over toward Oliver with a small amount more seriousness to his look. “And perhaps I should tell you a bit more… detailed, in terms of why I can’t go to the Temple.” His head tilts a brief moment as he contemplates where to even start with this mess.
“For starters, Lusea is from my world, from my home. Korofi. And we met… when I was twenty? Nineteen? It was awhile ago, but anyway, we ran together for a few years and things were good. Great even, on most days. But then we were captured, and my father had her killed. Not even minutes after that, my father had me in an arranged marriage for something beneficial as he put it.” There’s a small snort that leaves him, but his look remains serious, somewhat shadowed. “And eventually, I ran. Made it out for a few years before I arrived here and just… Kind of moved on. So I started dating Phoebe, the midwife here. And things in that regard were good. But I’m shit at opening up to people and telling people things about myself, yet she managed to unearth all this stuff about Lusea and my life, and then one day, Phoebe brings home someone who just arrived like you did, from the Spire.” His gaze focuses a bit harder.
“And it was Lusea. What had been three years for me had been seconds for her. She had died, and then she was here.” He explains, arms still tight around his knees as if he can remember the glass he had dropped when he looked at her, when she had looked at him. Time had stopped still in that moment. And somehow, Sunjata had managed to go and fuck that whole thing up eventually too. “So Phoebe left, and Lusea was back to me. But the whole situation was a bit… fucked up.” A wry smile crosses his face as he inhales and rubs at the scar on his neck again, trailing it up to his temple as he looks away from Oliver.
a little rebellion
now and then
is a good thing
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.
