SUNJATA
the flood
all the drinkin' and the druggin' and the black and the red
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
There’s something far more crushing about this and Sunjata can’t put his finger on it, not as he hides away from his niece, trapping himself into the sands and the shade, into the soot that still seems to cling to his skin. He hasn’t been this unkempt before, but the fear of water was far too great than dealing with being dirty for a while, at least until a cure comes. If it ever does.
She’ll find no resistance from him if she tries to grab his hands, his forehead resting on the backs of his shark scarred legs, as he keeps his eyes shut tight just so he doesn’t have to see her face, watch it shift and mold into someone else.
“I think… I think I lost Nate.” He rumbles, unsure of where his fiancé could have gone. Was opening up the night the house burned down too much? Had he left after all of that professed love? He doesn’t know. But much like a wounded animal, he’s frightened and anxious. But a thought occurs to him, has him tilting his head this way and that from the comfort of hiding behind his knees. “We’re staying at the Slagveld now… Upstairs. Clementine's lantern is there.” Certainly if this were truly Melita, she’d react to that. If she were an imposter like his mind keeps trying to tell him, then it wouldn’t matter.
She’ll find no resistance from him if she tries to grab his hands, his forehead resting on the backs of his shark scarred legs, as he keeps his eyes shut tight just so he doesn’t have to see her face, watch it shift and mold into someone else.
“I think… I think I lost Nate.” He rumbles, unsure of where his fiancé could have gone. Was opening up the night the house burned down too much? Had he left after all of that professed love? He doesn’t know. But much like a wounded animal, he’s frightened and anxious. But a thought occurs to him, has him tilting his head this way and that from the comfort of hiding behind his knees. “We’re staying at the Slagveld now… Upstairs. Clementine's lantern is there.” Certainly if this were truly Melita, she’d react to that. If she were an imposter like his mind keeps trying to tell him, then it wouldn’t matter.
i think i'm losin' too much
but there's just never enough
but there's just never enough
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.
