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
“Ack, alright mother.” He snorts, teasing her lightly with a face that seems to wrinkle a small amount, crossing over the freckles that are stark against bronze skin from spending so much time in Torchline. But he focuses on the idea of it instead, imagining that it would make more sense to have something stick at some point rather than something not fitting just to have the instant gratification of it. So alright, fair enough.
The mention of tattoos, however, has his gaze flickering up to meet hers again, a brow raising ever so slightly. “No?” He asks with a hum of amusement, wondering how she’d managed that but not asking. She’d tell him if she wanted him to know. But it still seemed like a good idea… Wondering how long he could get away with it. But alas, he has some work to be done back in Torchline. And he’s still quite a bit drunk, as he pins her with a raise of his brow, a glance. “Mmm, maybe next time. I’m not sure I could walk the way there.” He jests to her, gesturing toward the empty glass that had been refilled a few too many times.
Not like he was complaining. He could just pass out in the Advocates room in the back, after all. Nobody would be any the wiser.
At Korbin, however, he wants to laugh upon the first comment, but it grows a bit sadder at the end and he nods his head instead. “I spent a lot of time in my room as well.” A bit of an offering. That things had been hard to deal with, and when he’d murdered his way through his Trial he had spent months within the wing he’d lived in, in an empty white walled room, occasional visits from his sister and his mother before his mother had broken him down enough to get him to at least try.
So his gaze flickers back toward Weaver with the comment of Wessex and portals, a purse of his lips thoughtfully as he goes to drag from the cigarette again. “Sort of yeah, I agreed I’d still help her if I could even after the ocean came around.” A shrug to that. “But, more lands means more branches like this one. We might get lucky with something nice out of it.” At least that’s what he’s hoping for. “She is busy with other things… She’s more of an offhand member. We’re not the priority, but I’m here for her when she needs me to be. Nate too, I assume since he’s Ascended.” Though he doesn’t really know what their relationship is, now that he thinks on it.
The mention of tattoos, however, has his gaze flickering up to meet hers again, a brow raising ever so slightly. “No?” He asks with a hum of amusement, wondering how she’d managed that but not asking. She’d tell him if she wanted him to know. But it still seemed like a good idea… Wondering how long he could get away with it. But alas, he has some work to be done back in Torchline. And he’s still quite a bit drunk, as he pins her with a raise of his brow, a glance. “Mmm, maybe next time. I’m not sure I could walk the way there.” He jests to her, gesturing toward the empty glass that had been refilled a few too many times.
Not like he was complaining. He could just pass out in the Advocates room in the back, after all. Nobody would be any the wiser.
At Korbin, however, he wants to laugh upon the first comment, but it grows a bit sadder at the end and he nods his head instead. “I spent a lot of time in my room as well.” A bit of an offering. That things had been hard to deal with, and when he’d murdered his way through his Trial he had spent months within the wing he’d lived in, in an empty white walled room, occasional visits from his sister and his mother before his mother had broken him down enough to get him to at least try.
So his gaze flickers back toward Weaver with the comment of Wessex and portals, a purse of his lips thoughtfully as he goes to drag from the cigarette again. “Sort of yeah, I agreed I’d still help her if I could even after the ocean came around.” A shrug to that. “But, more lands means more branches like this one. We might get lucky with something nice out of it.” At least that’s what he’s hoping for. “She is busy with other things… She’s more of an offhand member. We’re not the priority, but I’m here for her when she needs me to be. Nate too, I assume since he’s Ascended.” Though he doesn’t really know what their relationship is, now that he thinks on 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.
