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
His gaze follows the lines of her face as she explains what happened. And half of him doesn’t expect her to go so deeply into it, but appreciates the amount of trust given in telling him it regardless. And he nods along as she explains, another nod as she tells him all it takes is the guard to fall for a hair of a second (after all, hadn’t that happened with him and the dragon? Hadn’t he lost Peter and Adam much the same way?)
It isn’t until she’s done speaking that the frown crosses his face and he looks up to her with a nod of understanding, a slight tilt of his head, reaching into the pack of smokes to lift a cigarette to his lips, light it, before passing it off to her if she wants it, hand lingering by hers briefly. “You’re both incredibly strong.” He offers, a soft rumble of sound leaving his lips, accented perhaps a bit thicker with the rawness of the memories that swirl around the bar.
But he picks up a bottle on the edge of the bar, pouring it into her glass and his, lifting it to toast against hers with a small half smile. “To strength and survival in the places that always try to tear you down.” A tilt of his head, a small smile given to her, before he takes a sip of it.
It isn’t until she’s done speaking that the frown crosses his face and he looks up to her with a nod of understanding, a slight tilt of his head, reaching into the pack of smokes to lift a cigarette to his lips, light it, before passing it off to her if she wants it, hand lingering by hers briefly. “You’re both incredibly strong.” He offers, a soft rumble of sound leaving his lips, accented perhaps a bit thicker with the rawness of the memories that swirl around the bar.
But he picks up a bottle on the edge of the bar, pouring it into her glass and his, lifting it to toast against hers with a small half smile. “To strength and survival in the places that always try to tear you down.” A tilt of his head, a small smile given to her, before he takes a sip of it.
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.
