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
There’s a roll of his eyes granted to Amun again before he shakes his head a small amount. “Not this big, no.” He offers with a somewhat wry grin, thinking of the scar on his wrist from his fun with Nate in what seemed like forever ago. But the mention of Maea’s reaction has his head lifting up again a small amount, steel eyes trailing down to find Amun’s gaze at the sharing comment – unable to keep the smirk to his face. “It’s unfortunate, isn’t it.” He rumbles with a small quiet hum of amusement. “It would be fun.” He winks back to Amun before settling in and resting against the countertop, hand reaching back for something in a box near the sink.
“Here.” He offers to Amun’s question, reaching for the box and handing it to the Ascended, letting him go through the box to find plenty of wrappings and bandages, cloth-like gauze and things of that nature to hopefully help it clot. But at the next comment, Sunjata frowns and nods regardless. “I’ll write that letter.” He confirms, though whether or not he gets a chance to is another story.
“Here.” He offers to Amun’s question, reaching for the box and handing it to the Ascended, letting him go through the box to find plenty of wrappings and bandages, cloth-like gauze and things of that nature to hopefully help it clot. But at the next comment, Sunjata frowns and nods regardless. “I’ll write that letter.” He confirms, though whether or not he gets a chance to is another story.
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.
