SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
“Wouldn't be the first time, now would it? A shame, truly.” He teases Amun back before he spends most the time working to remove the shirt that’s clung to him with blood already, grasping a cloth to wet and work to clean it up as carefully as he can.
Amun’s offer causes him to pause a small amount, but eventually he nods. “It’s in one of the worst spots.” He agrees with every bit of annoyance within the words. But he hands the cloth to Amun, standing beside the sink for when the ascended may want to rinse the cloth. He braces his hands on the countertop, one bruised and the other relatively alright in comparison. And clenches his jaw as Amun works to wipe away the wound, tender and jagged and appearing as though it’s in the process of healing yet not quite there yet. Not with the way he opens it somehow during the day after it somewhat closes at night.
Amun’s offer causes him to pause a small amount, but eventually he nods. “It’s in one of the worst spots.” He agrees with every bit of annoyance within the words. But he hands the cloth to Amun, standing beside the sink for when the ascended may want to rinse the cloth. He braces his hands on the countertop, one bruised and the other relatively alright in comparison. And clenches his jaw as Amun works to wipe away the wound, tender and jagged and appearing as though it’s in the process of healing yet not quite there yet. Not with the way he opens it somehow during the day after it somewhat closes at night.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
