SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
The fabric begins to actually take some sort of shape – a pinching here and there, some more practice with Zeph’s instruction on how to go about it with the backstitching, but by the time his explanation ends, Sunjata’s found himself with a fairly Ludo looking piece of fabric by the end of it - minus the mask, of course. It’s enough that the governor pauses, staring at the little makeshift doll, listening to what Zeph has to say without the judgement or accusation, but still making it sound rather… Well, stupid.
He fiddles with the fabric as he contemplates his response, a little mirthless half smile crossing hiss face. “Nobody else wanted it, according to the last governor.” His gaze slips over to Zeph then, a sort of seriousness lingering within it. “I think that’s where my dad and I differed.” He says after a moment, his smile fading completely as he tears his gaze away. “It was his given right, his bloodline, he had to continue it at all costs. To be the most… Stone faced man with an iron fist, only out to better himself and those that bled for him.” Pausing, he chews on the inside of his cheek. “I cared too much about the people and it made me weak in his eyes. So when I joined the rebellion, well, I’m sure you can imagine.” The hell and retribution he had to pay for such a grave mistake.
He fiddles with the fabric as he contemplates his response, a little mirthless half smile crossing hiss face. “Nobody else wanted it, according to the last governor.” His gaze slips over to Zeph then, a sort of seriousness lingering within it. “I think that’s where my dad and I differed.” He says after a moment, his smile fading completely as he tears his gaze away. “It was his given right, his bloodline, he had to continue it at all costs. To be the most… Stone faced man with an iron fist, only out to better himself and those that bled for him.” Pausing, he chews on the inside of his cheek. “I cared too much about the people and it made me weak in his eyes. So when I joined the rebellion, well, I’m sure you can imagine.” The hell and retribution he had to pay for such a grave mistake.
you shut your eyes to pain
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
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.
