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
The earring helps brace the fact that Nate’s approaching, on the heels of Haai who’s quietly given him a mental forewarning. And he rubs at his temple, lifts the now somewhat full glass to his lips as he tries to drown out the shit he has to say, has to explain.
Hey, remember when I promised I wouldn’t go looking for the bitch that attacked you? Well I did, got into more shit too…
He stays silent until Nate’s on the other side of the table, though his gaze doesn’t lift to meet his lover, unsure whether or not with his unsteady state of mind if this will be the last fuck up he gets to make. But he sets the glass down, hears the quiet and emotionless question as it reaches the air, and he clenches his jaw slightly with what feels like shame in a sense.
“I fucked up.” He says quietly, his accent thicker. “There… Was a crowd on the port and I got involved.” There’s a heavy sigh that leaves him as he debates what to say but ends up being honest about it regardless because it’s all he knows how to do in these situations. “I pulled out the dagger and Zeph walked into me and fucked himself up. Jack took it as an attack and wanted to teach me a lesson about getting involved with his shit.” Only then does Sunjata look up to Nate. Only then, with a glimmer of frustration, shame, sorrow, and fear lingering in the depths of stormy grey eyes.
Hey, remember when I promised I wouldn’t go looking for the bitch that attacked you? Well I did, got into more shit too…
He stays silent until Nate’s on the other side of the table, though his gaze doesn’t lift to meet his lover, unsure whether or not with his unsteady state of mind if this will be the last fuck up he gets to make. But he sets the glass down, hears the quiet and emotionless question as it reaches the air, and he clenches his jaw slightly with what feels like shame in a sense.
“I fucked up.” He says quietly, his accent thicker. “There… Was a crowd on the port and I got involved.” There’s a heavy sigh that leaves him as he debates what to say but ends up being honest about it regardless because it’s all he knows how to do in these situations. “I pulled out the dagger and Zeph walked into me and fucked himself up. Jack took it as an attack and wanted to teach me a lesson about getting involved with his shit.” Only then does Sunjata look up to Nate. Only then, with a glimmer of frustration, shame, sorrow, and fear lingering in the depths of stormy grey eyes.
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.
