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
He can hear the scraping of her chair as she stands, and he instinctively draws the blankets around tighter, pulling the cloth over his head and face so he can remove his hands from covering his face. It keeps his vision away from her, away from the possible and probable ability to see her as her father – as the person that had shifted the tone of this reunion.
So her comment, a suggestion, is met with a slow and deep inhale, eyes squeezing shut as he considers it, wondering how long she plans on staying, on whether or not she’d be here for the next destruction and the one that comes after that. He says nothing, simply stands, using Haai to guide him toward the bed.
He doesn’t think he’ll sleep, however, lifting the blankets and crawling under them, hiding away – a reflection of a much younger version of himself, to hide away like a wounded dog.
So her comment, a suggestion, is met with a slow and deep inhale, eyes squeezing shut as he considers it, wondering how long she plans on staying, on whether or not she’d be here for the next destruction and the one that comes after that. He says nothing, simply stands, using Haai to guide him toward the bed.
He doesn’t think he’ll sleep, however, lifting the blankets and crawling under them, hiding away – a reflection of a much younger version of himself, to hide away like a wounded dog.
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.
