SUNJATA
the flood
He doesn’t know if that’s true, but he does manage to make his way down the side of Apopo with Haai on his heels much like a dejected dog. His head is heavy, limbs suddenly sore from the trek he’s taken without fully realizing it. He concedes to Vai, quietly, a nod of agreement before he’s swallowing and glancing over toward her feet while they reach the end of the line of Apopo, where the street meets sore feet in boots he doesn’t remember slipping on.
“The warmth is nice, though.” It’s a weak protest, his gaze lifting up to scan the sky and squint against the light. “It’s comfortable. I don’t want to be cold. Or is that… Is that part of the sickness too?” He frowns, unsure what’s right and wrong nowadays, how concerned he is. What if she’s right and he’s hallucinating Luci? What if she’s right and he’s sick and a danger to others not knowing what was going on? He chews anxiously on the inside of his cheek.
“The warmth is nice, though.” It’s a weak protest, his gaze lifting up to scan the sky and squint against the light. “It’s comfortable. I don’t want to be cold. Or is that… Is that part of the sickness too?” He frowns, unsure what’s right and wrong nowadays, how concerned he is. What if she’s right and he’s hallucinating Luci? What if she’s right and he’s sick and a danger to others not knowing what was going on? He chews anxiously on the inside of his cheek.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
