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 a meeting called. And all Sunjata remembers is that he’s got a job in Torchline, whether or not it’s an important one, but he remembers that he knows Remi, lived next door before the house burned down, had talked about things… That meant it was important, right? Yes. He’s sticking with that.
There’s a scar on his palm he vaguely remembers getting, a ring in the shape of a crescent moon sat upon his finger, but he can’t fully remember how either. What he does know, is that he’s sick, he’s been through a lot, and with his arm draped around Nate, he catches Remi’s gaze, however briefly, no memory of their encounter before.
And yes, it’s water, but he’s been patched for nearly half a season, lost his mind just about as long, and it takes a lot of effort to fight down the shift within him that screams at him to avoid it before he can actually scoop a bit of the water up into a cup, casting a glance toward Nate and refusing to look at Sam. Interlocking plates partially shift onto his shoulders and throat, hand reaching for Nate’s free one, before he curses quietly under his breath and downs the cup.
There’s a scar on his palm he vaguely remembers getting, a ring in the shape of a crescent moon sat upon his finger, but he can’t fully remember how either. What he does know, is that he’s sick, he’s been through a lot, and with his arm draped around Nate, he catches Remi’s gaze, however briefly, no memory of their encounter before.
And yes, it’s water, but he’s been patched for nearly half a season, lost his mind just about as long, and it takes a lot of effort to fight down the shift within him that screams at him to avoid it before he can actually scoop a bit of the water up into a cup, casting a glance toward Nate and refusing to look at Sam. Interlocking plates partially shift onto his shoulders and throat, hand reaching for Nate’s free one, before he curses quietly under his breath and downs the cup.
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.