SUNJATA
the flood
so put your faith in the devil and the deep blue sea
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
There’s a moment when the silence overcomes them, when Sunjata’s stilling and at odds with the predators in his skin wishing to lash out in rage and upset. He quells them, swallowing hard against the sensation, watching her as she speaks. It’s an answer he doesn’t like, evident in the way the muscles feather in his jaw and he turns his head to look anywhere but at her. It isn’t her fault, he knows this, and yet how could he pick a side? In picking sides, he damns them all one way or another.
“I cannot pick sides.” He offers gruffly, a bit of that accented nobility shifting his tones again. His mind calculates and shifts, and it all ends up at the same. “Old gods versus the Voice? Nate… The Ascended… They’ll die without the Voice. And Safrin? Safrin made me into what I am.” A quick explanation, he thinks, even if it comes out stiff and sharp edged, even as he bites down on the barbs in his words.
Gideon is a name he has not heard of, however, and Sunjata turns his attention back toward her with a raise of his brow. “Gideon, hm?” A name he filters away for later, perhaps to try and glean some information on him someway or another. For now, he was useless with the name and position, so he chews on the inside of his cheek as her hand reaches for his shoulder, to steady him, and yet the muscles beneath her touch twitch and flinch.
“It’s not your fault.” He breathes to her, focused on her face again, trying to pass the honesty through even if he wars with himself internally. “You didn’t know.” Another brief pause, a sharp inhale of breath sucked in before he exhales in a sigh. “Perhaps you could help me set up eyes on the shrine, to take shifts and keep an eye out in case he returns.”
“I cannot pick sides.” He offers gruffly, a bit of that accented nobility shifting his tones again. His mind calculates and shifts, and it all ends up at the same. “Old gods versus the Voice? Nate… The Ascended… They’ll die without the Voice. And Safrin? Safrin made me into what I am.” A quick explanation, he thinks, even if it comes out stiff and sharp edged, even as he bites down on the barbs in his words.
Gideon is a name he has not heard of, however, and Sunjata turns his attention back toward her with a raise of his brow. “Gideon, hm?” A name he filters away for later, perhaps to try and glean some information on him someway or another. For now, he was useless with the name and position, so he chews on the inside of his cheek as her hand reaches for his shoulder, to steady him, and yet the muscles beneath her touch twitch and flinch.
“It’s not your fault.” He breathes to her, focused on her face again, trying to pass the honesty through even if he wars with himself internally. “You didn’t know.” Another brief pause, a sharp inhale of breath sucked in before he exhales in a sigh. “Perhaps you could help me set up eyes on the shrine, to take shifts and keep an eye out in case he returns.”
there's a darkness up ahead
i will see you where the shadow ends
i will see you where the shadow ends
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.
