SuNJATA
the flood
He’d be willing to scream, to fight, to throw anything into the endless abyss of his own sorrow, and yet he can’t. At least, he doesn’t think he can until Melita says they should. That they should scream into the night, into the abyss, and he thinks of where they could do that here in Caido… “The Ruins or the Bone Bridge?” A quiet offer, steel eyes sliding over to look to her fiery hair, a shrug of his shoulder. A place they could go to let it all out without bothering anyone else, perhaps? He lets her decide, after all – it’s her idea.
But they begin working, and the ghost of a smile crosses his face at the mention of how Lusea had met him, how he’d thought she was an angel in the night despite the fact she was stitching him up without any form of pain relief. But he can see the slight curl of a smile gracing her own, and he buckles in tight while they work to tell her his story. “Well, there were different sections of Korofi. Different County’s that did other things. Mine was the house of laws and justice.” He begins, pausing to nail in the last screws on the first shelf. “Your fathers was weapons and ammunitions, for reference. And he and I were pretty similar, in the way that we were sons of the leaders of each county. So everyone knew who we were, knew our faces, things like that. And when I joined the resistance, they only let me fight. I think it was a way to get the aggression out of those that my father had wronged, but anyway.” A light chuckle.
“I got knocked out and when I woke up I thought she was some kind of angel, but she stitched me up on my side, and generally was a pain in the ass after that. Anytime I got hurt, she’d be the one to fix me up. She’d curse me out the entire time. ’I don’t trust you Sunjata Senzaok.’ Every. Time. But she did, eventually, trust me… That is.” He snorts, shaking his head again. “And then they started to give me a bit more responsibility in the rebellion, so they let me make deliveries to places. I stopped at the leader of the resistances’ house once, since nobody else wanted to do it. He had a tendency of being… Rough around the edges. Low and behold, he was Lusea’s father.”
But they begin working, and the ghost of a smile crosses his face at the mention of how Lusea had met him, how he’d thought she was an angel in the night despite the fact she was stitching him up without any form of pain relief. But he can see the slight curl of a smile gracing her own, and he buckles in tight while they work to tell her his story. “Well, there were different sections of Korofi. Different County’s that did other things. Mine was the house of laws and justice.” He begins, pausing to nail in the last screws on the first shelf. “Your fathers was weapons and ammunitions, for reference. And he and I were pretty similar, in the way that we were sons of the leaders of each county. So everyone knew who we were, knew our faces, things like that. And when I joined the resistance, they only let me fight. I think it was a way to get the aggression out of those that my father had wronged, but anyway.” A light chuckle.
“I got knocked out and when I woke up I thought she was some kind of angel, but she stitched me up on my side, and generally was a pain in the ass after that. Anytime I got hurt, she’d be the one to fix me up. She’d curse me out the entire time. ’I don’t trust you Sunjata Senzaok.’ Every. Time. But she did, eventually, trust me… That is.” He snorts, shaking his head again. “And then they started to give me a bit more responsibility in the rebellion, so they let me make deliveries to places. I stopped at the leader of the resistances’ house once, since nobody else wanted to do it. He had a tendency of being… Rough around the edges. Low and behold, he was Lusea’s father.”
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
