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
Her question would make sense, but his father had been blinded – had seen the carnage he’d helped cause, thought he could change him and make him into that perfect soldier again. So he shakes his head, lips pursing a small amount. “I wasn’t. He thought he could change me into being that son he wanted.” His head tilts as he looks up to meet Weaver’s eye. “He caught Lusea and I. Tossed us into the prison below the home I grew up in. Tortured her for weeks and made me watch.” His voice is flat at this point, suppressing the thoughts of that to get the point across.
The point being, it was absolutely fucked up.
“Then, he brought me and her back up to the foyer. Thought he could use Lusea to his advantage, and killed her… Engaged me off to some random woman in a neighboring county to try and keep me on a leash with him.” His gaze drops back to the glass and he downs the rest of it – because it hadn’t worked, it had only made him resent his father more than he thought was possible. “I tried to kill him, you know. But I wasn’t strong enough, and there were so many guards holding me and surrounding him, it was almost impossible.” He reaches up to rub against the scar that trails from behind his ear to beneath his collarbone. “I got this scar from that encounter.” That attempt, that almost killed him but his father had kept him alive.
Only for him to still manage to get out.
"So my father, then, decided to praise me all over our news and screens and everything. Claiming I had been a spy and got with the daughter of the rebellion to snuff it out from under them. There was a bounty on my head from Lusea's father and the rest of the rebellion, and I wasn't quite welcome back in my family without any sort of chains." There was no way out, until he'd created one.
The point being, it was absolutely fucked up.
“Then, he brought me and her back up to the foyer. Thought he could use Lusea to his advantage, and killed her… Engaged me off to some random woman in a neighboring county to try and keep me on a leash with him.” His gaze drops back to the glass and he downs the rest of it – because it hadn’t worked, it had only made him resent his father more than he thought was possible. “I tried to kill him, you know. But I wasn’t strong enough, and there were so many guards holding me and surrounding him, it was almost impossible.” He reaches up to rub against the scar that trails from behind his ear to beneath his collarbone. “I got this scar from that encounter.” That attempt, that almost killed him but his father had kept him alive.
Only for him to still manage to get out.
"So my father, then, decided to praise me all over our news and screens and everything. Claiming I had been a spy and got with the daughter of the rebellion to snuff it out from under them. There was a bounty on my head from Lusea's father and the rest of the rebellion, and I wasn't quite welcome back in my family without any sort of chains." There was no way out, until he'd created one.
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.
