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
It was happy, at least… As happy as it could be with Nate gone, with only Melita and Hotaru home with the cats and companions. And he’s prepared to try and wait it out, to block out everything until Nate comes home. But he doesn’t get that luxury, not with the sudden sound at the door, the cry. And gods if it didn’t spark some terrible monstrous horror in his mind that he’d let in the monsters of LongNight by opening the door, as if the creatures had drifted out the boundaries of the Grounds.
But he’d have heard about that before now, surely, right?
So it’s tentative, the daggers he usually keeps on him given to Nate for his venture. Sunjata pulls out the daggers Melita had gifted him and Nate instead, not magical but sentimental and sharp, enough to do the work if it truly was a threat. Luckily, he’s in the kitchen, close enough to grab them and drift toward the door, taking a sharp breath before opening it with the daggers prepared and ready. And that’s when he sees Vai, his heart lurching and panic settled deep in his gut.
Everything is abandoned, the daggers slotted somewhere out of his hands as he bolts through the door to pick her up. “Fucking hell–” He curses, aiming to lift her up and bring her inside where hopefully nothing else could hurt her. “Vai, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He hums softly, aiming to try and keep a level head, finding this soft settled horror in his gut begin to leach out and take hold.
But he’d have heard about that before now, surely, right?
So it’s tentative, the daggers he usually keeps on him given to Nate for his venture. Sunjata pulls out the daggers Melita had gifted him and Nate instead, not magical but sentimental and sharp, enough to do the work if it truly was a threat. Luckily, he’s in the kitchen, close enough to grab them and drift toward the door, taking a sharp breath before opening it with the daggers prepared and ready. And that’s when he sees Vai, his heart lurching and panic settled deep in his gut.
Everything is abandoned, the daggers slotted somewhere out of his hands as he bolts through the door to pick her up. “Fucking hell–” He curses, aiming to lift her up and bring her inside where hopefully nothing else could hurt her. “Vai, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He hums softly, aiming to try and keep a level head, finding this soft settled horror in his gut begin to leach out and take hold.
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.
