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
Would Nate go looking for something? He’s not sure. “Maybe?” He replies, uncertain if it’s the answer he’s looking for. “He was supposed to stay. We were going to get married and… Build a new house. Start over.” Without Maea and Clemente’s ghosts lingering. A sudden thought occurs to him, however, and he’s using the outstretched hand from her as she stands and his request is accepted, to lift himself up from the sand, Haai toddling over to greet Fangorn with a weary whine.
“What if he’s late… For the wedding?” He asks, frowning, but keeping her hand in his while he begins to walk the way to the Slagveld. “I think he’s been gone a while.” There’s an edge of sadness in his tone, something that seems to suggest whatever mask he tries to wear around Melita to appear strong has fractured into a million pieces. And now, just the broken, glued together boy of Korofi stands with his hand in hers, terrified, worried, and full of sorrow.
“What if he’s late… For the wedding?” He asks, frowning, but keeping her hand in his while he begins to walk the way to the Slagveld. “I think he’s been gone a while.” There’s an edge of sadness in his tone, something that seems to suggest whatever mask he tries to wear around Melita to appear strong has fractured into a million pieces. And now, just the broken, glued together boy of Korofi stands with his hand in hers, terrified, worried, and full of sorrow.
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.
