SUNJATA
the flood
The dream shifts again, sputtering as Sunjata manages to grab a lungful of air, coughing and sputtering against the burning at the back of his throat. He hears Ronin’s instructions, clings harder to the man that he should know – but there’s both confusion and curiosity in the boy, red rimmed steel eyes soft and terrified as he looks up at Ronin’s face. “Y-y-y-you shouldn’t…” He manages through a gasp, voice quiet as if it’s a conspiracy of sorts.
‘You shouldn’t have done that.’ It’s finished instead by his father, gun in hand, approaching the guard with an equally aggravated edge to his face. ‘Unless you plan on keeping him.’ Death or orphaned, those were the only options for those that are useless in their roles. ‘He’s useless to me now.’ Because even if Sunjata had survived – which he had if the events had gone accordingly – the boy had made it up in his mind to try and be that soldier his father wanted, to take his place, until he defected thirteen years after this event in his life.
Sunjata, still in Ronin’s arms, clutches the Star closer (both here and on the bed). It’s a sorrowful whisper. “I can’t go home now.” The dream flickers, parts of the city around them shifting to the mansion, cold and cruel, of a bedroom with white walls and no toys, nothing to show that he’d ever been there. Don’t get attached echoes from somewhere around them, returning them back to the riverside with a familiar steel gaze sharp enough to tear through both Ronin and Sunjata, his hand shifting on the rifle.
‘You shouldn’t have done that.’ It’s finished instead by his father, gun in hand, approaching the guard with an equally aggravated edge to his face. ‘Unless you plan on keeping him.’ Death or orphaned, those were the only options for those that are useless in their roles. ‘He’s useless to me now.’ Because even if Sunjata had survived – which he had if the events had gone accordingly – the boy had made it up in his mind to try and be that soldier his father wanted, to take his place, until he defected thirteen years after this event in his life.
Sunjata, still in Ronin’s arms, clutches the Star closer (both here and on the bed). It’s a sorrowful whisper. “I can’t go home now.” The dream flickers, parts of the city around them shifting to the mansion, cold and cruel, of a bedroom with white walls and no toys, nothing to show that he’d ever been there. Don’t get attached echoes from somewhere around them, returning them back to the riverside with a familiar steel gaze sharp enough to tear through both Ronin and Sunjata, his hand shifting on the rifle.
i said i saw you in the water
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.
