SuNjATA
the flood
She begins to refuse what he says, and he awkwardly tries to figure out where exactly to start. “So, imagine it starts off as one cell, and then with the boost I guess, of a seed, it makes more cells.” Dark brows furrowed as he goes back to the small drawing. Sunjata is by no means an artist, but he manages to make it a bit more defined, left wrist flicking with the movements as he passes it off and barges forth.
“So, it’s small here right? And let’s say it’s not fertilized.” He pauses, cheeks remaining red as he realizes the absurdity of what he’s talking about with her for the fifth time already. “It goes along until it reaches here, and it leaves you when you have your monthly bleeding.” Gaze lifts to hers for a mere moment, trying and hoping it makes sense. “And then it starts again, and this time let’s say it is. Instead of leaving you, it attaches itself here —” He points to the lining with the stick. “— and then gets bigger, forming a child.”
“So, it’s small here right? And let’s say it’s not fertilized.” He pauses, cheeks remaining red as he realizes the absurdity of what he’s talking about with her for the fifth time already. “It goes along until it reaches here, and it leaves you when you have your monthly bleeding.” Gaze lifts to hers for a mere moment, trying and hoping it makes sense. “And then it starts again, and this time let’s say it is. Instead of leaving you, it attaches itself here —” He points to the lining with the stick. “— and then gets bigger, forming a child.”
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
