SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
He draws from the cigarette, sinking into his chair as he looks up at Jack, listening for the count of favors. He’s not at all surprised by hearing that the sex wasn’t included in the count, figuring that a man like Jack with self serving interests likely got what he wanted out of it anyway. But that makes two, and Sunjata tucks it away for later, drawing from the smoke again as he nods to the papers on the desk.
But the next suggestion has Sunjata nodding, shifting so he might stand and readjust the shirt that clings to him from still somewhat wet skin, pink marks on his neck over old bruises already starting to darken. “Now that I’m showered, sure.” He snorts, having still managed the shower in the end. “Need me to bring anything?” He asks, moving to shrug a jacket over his shoulders and head toward the door to the front of the home, letting Jack lead the way.
But the next suggestion has Sunjata nodding, shifting so he might stand and readjust the shirt that clings to him from still somewhat wet skin, pink marks on his neck over old bruises already starting to darken. “Now that I’m showered, sure.” He snorts, having still managed the shower in the end. “Need me to bring anything?” He asks, moving to shrug a jacket over his shoulders and head toward the door to the front of the home, letting Jack lead the way.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
