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
Honestly? He wouldn’t mind if she read it. It explained a lot about what happened – what kind of relationship they’d had despite the amount of things said about one another during their break. But it was perhaps a bit bittersweet – to be a letter right before disaster, when everything seemed like perfect and complete bliss when it was anything but. So he focuses on Weaver as she takes the cigarette, a long drag, before handing it back to him.
And he reciprocates, taking a deep sip of the mixed drink before him as his stomach grows warm, followed by another drag of the cigarette – offering it to her again. He listens when she speaks, of what Maea had believed – something sweet and serene about the idea of it. But then again… A part of him internally shrivels at the idea of it, deciding whether or not Lusea was watching from above. Secretly hoping she wasn’t, to witness the variety of mistakes he’s made. So he nods, a quiet hum of agreement in response – not sure what to add to it other than the simple fact that he agreed.
“You know, if you want some of these I can send them over from Torchline.” There’s a tilt of his head as he nods to the cigarette then, trying to distract himself even further.
And he reciprocates, taking a deep sip of the mixed drink before him as his stomach grows warm, followed by another drag of the cigarette – offering it to her again. He listens when she speaks, of what Maea had believed – something sweet and serene about the idea of it. But then again… A part of him internally shrivels at the idea of it, deciding whether or not Lusea was watching from above. Secretly hoping she wasn’t, to witness the variety of mistakes he’s made. So he nods, a quiet hum of agreement in response – not sure what to add to it other than the simple fact that he agreed.
“You know, if you want some of these I can send them over from Torchline.” There’s a tilt of his head as he nods to the cigarette then, trying to distract himself even further.
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.
