SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
If there’s one thing Sunjata’s envious of, it’s the fact that Nate doesn’t have to breathe beneath the waves. But he thinks momentarily back to the cloud manta, how it had worked for Maea, and sparks an idea for the future. A surprise, perhaps, to be able to sink to the depths with Nate should he wish to all in the name of exploring and Sunjata certainly not dying because he can’t breathe. But that’s for a later time, and his attention flickers to Nate as his hand moves to the Ascended’s neck, and Sunjata can feel the light pressure to his hips where the skin shifts to blubber.
His other hand raises to run through those long dark tresses, a smirk crossing his face before Nate’s full comment is heard. And it turns into a bright hum of laughter, a wry look sent back to Nate with a playful roll of his eyes. “Oh, c’mon.” He grins back to Nate, leaning forward as the hand at the Ascended’s neck tightens a small amount, adding some amount of pressure he hopes Nate registers. “It’s supposed to be poetic.” And it had been, for the stories written. But that was a different time, a different life. “die vlam en die vloed neem die krotbuurte.” He smirks, recalling one of the headlines from Korofi. “The video from that was amazing. To us, at least. My father didn’t think so.” He tips a wink to Nate before humming another laugh.
die vlam en die vloed neem die krotbuurte. – the flame and the flood take the slums
His other hand raises to run through those long dark tresses, a smirk crossing his face before Nate’s full comment is heard. And it turns into a bright hum of laughter, a wry look sent back to Nate with a playful roll of his eyes. “Oh, c’mon.” He grins back to Nate, leaning forward as the hand at the Ascended’s neck tightens a small amount, adding some amount of pressure he hopes Nate registers. “It’s supposed to be poetic.” And it had been, for the stories written. But that was a different time, a different life. “die vlam en die vloed neem die krotbuurte.” He smirks, recalling one of the headlines from Korofi. “The video from that was amazing. To us, at least. My father didn’t think so.” He tips a wink to Nate before humming another laugh.
die vlam en die vloed neem die krotbuurte. – the flame and the flood take the slums
'cause i might make a move
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.
