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
He settles in to listen to her story, leaning back a bit and lifting his head to get a better view of her. And really? Somehow he can see the way that these little bits and pieces had made the stubborn yet strong willed and minded Halovian before him. There’s a slight tilt of his head at the mention of a bastard middle child, wondering how that might affect things unless it was due to the quiet act of wanting to know. Perhaps… Much like he told Melita, knowing your lineage and what they were like were half the battle.
Did you get the fire from your father, or did you get the shitty parts.
Still, he remains quiet, nodding along while she spoke, giving her the time to go through it all. And when it gets to the mention of Erebor and Korbin, the passing of parents, a slight frown crossing his face at the mention of blizzards and ursurs – many of which were things he wanted to avoid at all costs here in Halo. His gaze flickers as she pulls the top of her shirt down, spotting the scar along her chest, frowning further but understanding a bit better.
His gaze flickers back up to Weaver’s face, a slight tilt his head as he drags from the cigarette again before putting it out on the plate much like she did. “I take it that the blizzard and ursurs didn’t go well?” He asks, exhaling a long sigh of smoke. He’d met Korbin… Had yet to meet Erebor, and yet it seemed as though it was an opportunity long since passed.
Did you get the fire from your father, or did you get the shitty parts.
Still, he remains quiet, nodding along while she spoke, giving her the time to go through it all. And when it gets to the mention of Erebor and Korbin, the passing of parents, a slight frown crossing his face at the mention of blizzards and ursurs – many of which were things he wanted to avoid at all costs here in Halo. His gaze flickers as she pulls the top of her shirt down, spotting the scar along her chest, frowning further but understanding a bit better.
His gaze flickers back up to Weaver’s face, a slight tilt his head as he drags from the cigarette again before putting it out on the plate much like she did. “I take it that the blizzard and ursurs didn’t go well?” He asks, exhaling a long sigh of smoke. He’d met Korbin… Had yet to meet Erebor, and yet it seemed as though it was an opportunity long since passed.
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.
