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
She agrees with him, despite not knowing if what he says is true. He wonders if she realizes it – the way it sounds, the way he knows he sounds. Because what if he had lost him in the fire? Pemota wasn’t here. Nate wasn’t here. There were clothes of his here, sure, but that didn’t mean he had grabbed them. And with Sunjata’s memory he way it was, who’s to say it hadn’t just been a vision?
And then what does he do?
The cloth rests at the back of his neck, the blanket lost to clutching childish hands and folded at his feet. He tries to sink into the bed, tries to soak up the warmth from his fever warm body that’s leaked into the bed instead, goosebumps rising and flaring feathers and shimmering scales with the breeze that appears and coaxes over him, adding some relief and clarity though albeit not much.
“I don’t know if you can figure it out… Even Safrin didn’t know.” His gaze slips over toward her, briefly, some hidden sorrow within his gaze, before he tears it away to look through the open window and watch the Hels along the rooftop across the alley. As for something to drink? No water, he still can’t handle it – the thought nauseating. “Tea?” That was different from water, wasn’t it? Was it close enough for him to notice the difference, to know it’s not water?
And then what does he do?
The cloth rests at the back of his neck, the blanket lost to clutching childish hands and folded at his feet. He tries to sink into the bed, tries to soak up the warmth from his fever warm body that’s leaked into the bed instead, goosebumps rising and flaring feathers and shimmering scales with the breeze that appears and coaxes over him, adding some relief and clarity though albeit not much.
“I don’t know if you can figure it out… Even Safrin didn’t know.” His gaze slips over toward her, briefly, some hidden sorrow within his gaze, before he tears it away to look through the open window and watch the Hels along the rooftop across the alley. As for something to drink? No water, he still can’t handle it – the thought nauseating. “Tea?” That was different from water, wasn’t it? Was it close enough for him to notice the difference, to know it’s not water?
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.
