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
A smirk crosses his face as she agrees – spying the smirk lingering on her face as well. His head tilts a small amount when he goes to take a drag from the cigarette, before bobbing his head in agreement toward her, fingers tapping lightly against the bar as he sets the glass back down. “I can’t wait.” Somehow, a part of him really can’t, not with the prospect of the names she might come up with.
But he’s explaining the tattoo and meeting with Korbin now, and at her mention of wanting another one his smirk shifts to something a bit more feline. “Well, you can come with when I get the other arm done if you want. You did recommend him, after all.” A raise of his brow to that before he’s explaining what occurred, and there’s light laughter that accompanies it. “Yeah, well, I think he must have been in his shift before hand and got the ball on me.” A shrug follows her own. “I’m used to that.” He offers with a quiet bob of his head.
Used to being disliked, distrusted. It was what often accompanied the Senzaok name, after all.
At the mention of Wessex and the shrine to the Deepfrost goddess, he can’t help but to let the smoke drift from his lips as he considers her again. “She’s mostly the reason. I agreed to it to find the ocean. Little did I know it’d be the next one.” He rumbles, moving to flick the ash into the dish Weaver had left out. “But, an agreement is an agreement. And so here I am.” His hands open a bit wider, as if to gesture that he’s there, doing all he can for it.
“What makes you so surprised?” A considering question, gaze flickering up to catch her own again.
But he’s explaining the tattoo and meeting with Korbin now, and at her mention of wanting another one his smirk shifts to something a bit more feline. “Well, you can come with when I get the other arm done if you want. You did recommend him, after all.” A raise of his brow to that before he’s explaining what occurred, and there’s light laughter that accompanies it. “Yeah, well, I think he must have been in his shift before hand and got the ball on me.” A shrug follows her own. “I’m used to that.” He offers with a quiet bob of his head.
Used to being disliked, distrusted. It was what often accompanied the Senzaok name, after all.
At the mention of Wessex and the shrine to the Deepfrost goddess, he can’t help but to let the smoke drift from his lips as he considers her again. “She’s mostly the reason. I agreed to it to find the ocean. Little did I know it’d be the next one.” He rumbles, moving to flick the ash into the dish Weaver had left out. “But, an agreement is an agreement. And so here I am.” His hands open a bit wider, as if to gesture that he’s there, doing all he can for it.
“What makes you so surprised?” A considering question, gaze flickering up to catch her own again.
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.
