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 doesn’t know that she thinks it had been him, not yet at least. That horror can come later as he gives all of his focus to helping her, pretending (and failing) to be like Nate, calm exterior with quick working hands. Sunjata’s too much like a bull in a China shop, and so he goes slow in the hopes of not making things worse, wiping away the blood, cleaning up the cut on her face first, the one that brings him a huge amount of horror and a deep dread that rises up from his gut time and time again, reflecting on Vai and replacing her with his mother, back and forth and back and forth.
He manages to clean it up, finding the bandages in the kit and applying one to that wound first, to staunch the bleeding though he imagines it will need to be replaced. Her words for a drink, however, have his gaze snapping up from the task, his heart still thundering as he gives a quick nod, shifting to the bird shift if only to get over to the kitchen quicker. He grabs two things, a glass of cool water and a bottle of something strong.
He comes back as quickly as he can, moving to try and help prop her up, grey eyes dark and shadowed as he scans her over once, unable to do it again until he has to. “Do you want help?” He asks, before doing it anyway, helping with the glass of water to wash out the blood, setting it down for the whiskey to wash out the pain. “What happened, Vai?”
He manages to clean it up, finding the bandages in the kit and applying one to that wound first, to staunch the bleeding though he imagines it will need to be replaced. Her words for a drink, however, have his gaze snapping up from the task, his heart still thundering as he gives a quick nod, shifting to the bird shift if only to get over to the kitchen quicker. He grabs two things, a glass of cool water and a bottle of something strong.
He comes back as quickly as he can, moving to try and help prop her up, grey eyes dark and shadowed as he scans her over once, unable to do it again until he has to. “Do you want help?” He asks, before doing it anyway, helping with the glass of water to wash out the blood, setting it down for the whiskey to wash out the pain. “What happened, Vai?”
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.
