SUNJATA
the flood
Oh, it’s absolutely easier without attachments – but it’s also far too lonely. And that was one thing Sunjata couldn’t do anymore. His entire upbringing had been loneliness and standoffish, and when given the choice to feel close to people – and truly close, not just gatherings where there were people. There was a certain closeness in those you surrounded yourself with that knew you versus so many faces in the crowd that were exactly that; faces in the crowd.
The compliment at his home is met with a hum of a thanks, though he doesn’t stop – he continues on until they arrive at his office, drinks poured and offered as he settles in the chair and peers over at Declan, cocking his head in an avian manner. “Safrin.” He pauses, just long enough to let a quiet humorless laugh leave him. “She attuned me, actually. And since then… Well.” He extends his arms in front of him, peering down at the starry waves within, watching the galaxies within begin to shift and move.
He lets his arms fall back down, one scarred hand lifting to grab the glass to sip from it. “This marriage is less of a trap than my last one.” Shoulders shrug as he sets the glass down, waiting until Declan’s ready to talk. And it isn’t until the glass is empty and the Flood is leaning forward to fill his glass again, that he finally gets a response to what had him lead the man inside.
“Doubt a message would be good for them. They’re up in Stormbreak. Got these… Compasses I guess that port them in and out.” He shrugs. “I don’t know much about Stormbreak but it sounds dull.” Though his gaze lifts to Declan, wondering if he’d heard anything else.
The compliment at his home is met with a hum of a thanks, though he doesn’t stop – he continues on until they arrive at his office, drinks poured and offered as he settles in the chair and peers over at Declan, cocking his head in an avian manner. “Safrin.” He pauses, just long enough to let a quiet humorless laugh leave him. “She attuned me, actually. And since then… Well.” He extends his arms in front of him, peering down at the starry waves within, watching the galaxies within begin to shift and move.
He lets his arms fall back down, one scarred hand lifting to grab the glass to sip from it. “This marriage is less of a trap than my last one.” Shoulders shrug as he sets the glass down, waiting until Declan’s ready to talk. And it isn’t until the glass is empty and the Flood is leaning forward to fill his glass again, that he finally gets a response to what had him lead the man inside.
“Doubt a message would be good for them. They’re up in Stormbreak. Got these… Compasses I guess that port them in and out.” He shrugs. “I don’t know much about Stormbreak but it sounds dull.” Though his gaze lifts to Declan, wondering if he’d heard anything else.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
