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
Of course he would – he was young and it was really the only thing that made sense. And he can’t help the somewhat nostalgic smile that crosses his face at this. “So eventually, they trusted me enough to start having more responsibility, also probably because the rebellion members enjoyed beating the hell out of their ruler’s son.” He imagines Weaver might understand a bit of what that’s like. “But anyway, Lusea’s father was the leader of it. He told me that I should think about getting a tattoo… Sort of a big fuck you to my father, since the noble family could only have the scars of battles on their skin. No tattoos, nothing else. So I did. I got the wing tattoos.” His smile falters here and he focuses a bit on the glass again, pausing to take a sip.
“So my father found out about the tattoos and that I’d joined the rebellion. And he, well.. He killed my mother for it, because I wouldn’t tell him where the rebellion was hiding. So it fucked me up, watching it happen… I went to kind of process it back in my room, not too well. No alcohol but a few too many packs of cigarettes... And that night, Lusea showed up at my door with her father’s oldest alcohol. That’s about all I remember of that night.” He doesn’t remember how much they talked – but he does remember her slipping away sometime in the night.
A deep inhale of breath follows, a draw from the cigarette as the smoke curls again. “And a little bit after that Lusea and I got together. Officially. More of a fuck you to my father because we knew he wouldn’t hurt my sister – not since she could carry the line and that was all he cared about. And we were pretty successful for a few years. Until we got caught.”
“So my father found out about the tattoos and that I’d joined the rebellion. And he, well.. He killed my mother for it, because I wouldn’t tell him where the rebellion was hiding. So it fucked me up, watching it happen… I went to kind of process it back in my room, not too well. No alcohol but a few too many packs of cigarettes... And that night, Lusea showed up at my door with her father’s oldest alcohol. That’s about all I remember of that night.” He doesn’t remember how much they talked – but he does remember her slipping away sometime in the night.
A deep inhale of breath follows, a draw from the cigarette as the smoke curls again. “And a little bit after that Lusea and I got together. Officially. More of a fuck you to my father because we knew he wouldn’t hurt my sister – not since she could carry the line and that was all he cared about. And we were pretty successful for a few years. Until we got caught.”
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.
