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
The singsong trill from Nate certainly has more worry dripping through Sunjata, along with the way his husband seems to teeter. But he holds him close, at least momentarily, before Remi’s reaching Sam and Sam attacks. And then it’s a cluster fuck, Sam and Remi, Sam and Ronin, Ronin with the star bolts poised and ready. “God’s damnit.” Sunjata murmurs into Nate, unwrapping himself from his husband to move toward the commotion.
Now that he doesn’t see Sam as his biggest rival from Korofi, it’s easy for him to step in front of the Ascended, facing Ronin, exhaustion seeping into him and his partial shifts displaying in a series of interlocking dark scales along his neck and arms. He hears Remi’s words, he also isn’t sure it’s enough to stop Ronin. So he places himself there, arms splayed, exhaustion wavering in his fever broken state, picking up off of Remi’s words. “It’s not his fault, Ronin. It didn’t work.”
Now that he doesn’t see Sam as his biggest rival from Korofi, it’s easy for him to step in front of the Ascended, facing Ronin, exhaustion seeping into him and his partial shifts displaying in a series of interlocking dark scales along his neck and arms. He hears Remi’s words, he also isn’t sure it’s enough to stop Ronin. So he places himself there, arms splayed, exhaustion wavering in his fever broken state, picking up off of Remi’s words. “It’s not his fault, Ronin. It didn’t work.”
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.
