SuNJATA
the flood
A snort is given back to Melita’s laughter, a half crooked smile at the memory. “They left us in that room until we talked about it.” His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Took a few hours, but we did, and neither of us kind of… knew, I guess.” There’s a brief pause he gives, smiling at the memory. “But then her father decided to use it as a ploy for the resistance, trusted me and her to train together and go out and fight so the photographs would have our faces on it, and they could talk about this great love story between the defected noble boy and the daughter of the slums.” He glances to Melita at this point to see how she’s following along.
But after another moment, he continues to raise more and more of the timber to the wall, nailing it in with Melita’s help. “My father hated it, but there wasn’t anything he could do to retaliate. And so we continued, fought for a couple of years. Her father became a bit more of a father to me than my own did. And we had gotten so close to taking down the entire establishment until…” He pauses slightly, tilting his head as he shoots a glance toward Melita. “Well, your father ratted out our location, and Lusea and I had gotten cut off and surrounded on a rooftop.” He can recall the way they’d watched the sunset, how he’d poised that they could leave – run to Dorobo and start a life not surrounded by violence and anger, how it had never happened until Caido, and even then it was brief.
But after another moment, he continues to raise more and more of the timber to the wall, nailing it in with Melita’s help. “My father hated it, but there wasn’t anything he could do to retaliate. And so we continued, fought for a couple of years. Her father became a bit more of a father to me than my own did. And we had gotten so close to taking down the entire establishment until…” He pauses slightly, tilting his head as he shoots a glance toward Melita. “Well, your father ratted out our location, and Lusea and I had gotten cut off and surrounded on a rooftop.” He can recall the way they’d watched the sunset, how he’d poised that they could leave – run to Dorobo and start a life not surrounded by violence and anger, how it had never happened until Caido, and even then it was brief.
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.
