SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
Weaver had sent him the letter stating she was ready, had found a place and supplies. And so of course when he arrives, he brings the necessary things as well. A cart of alcohol to start, whatever else he thinks she might need. As well as a letter sent off to fellow guild mates to help expand the Advocates as they knew it. An empire of sorts to start with, a vision come to life.
He’s surprised when he finds out he’s not the first to arrive. But he brings the cart in as he hears Hotaru’s voice heading toward the back. He removes his layers now, too, wearing a long sleeve shirt to keep out some of the cold, pushing up the sleeves to his elbows as he steps back toward the rest of them. “Glad to see you got the letter, Ru.” He hums to her, a playful smile sent her way. His gaze flits to Weaver next. “This is a perfect space. Good eye.” He winks to her, leaning against the door frame and waiting to see who else arrives and what tasks she might lay out.
He’s surprised when he finds out he’s not the first to arrive. But he brings the cart in as he hears Hotaru’s voice heading toward the back. He removes his layers now, too, wearing a long sleeve shirt to keep out some of the cold, pushing up the sleeves to his elbows as he steps back toward the rest of them. “Glad to see you got the letter, Ru.” He hums to her, a playful smile sent her way. His gaze flits to Weaver next. “This is a perfect space. Good eye.” He winks to her, leaning against the door frame and waiting to see who else arrives and what tasks she might lay out.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
