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
Does it make it any easier? To be cruel out of love? Or does it make it more difficult, harder to swallow, because those that loved you the most were the ones being the cruellest?
Or perhaps it’s just in Sunjata’s case that the roles had been reversed. That the ones that were supposed to love you and protect you the most had been the ones more closed off, nearly dangerous in the way his father kept trying to get rid of him whenever he got a chance until he’d become valuable.
Even that felt like it was an understatement.
His legs swing over the edge of the cliff, and all he can offer her is a nod to that, before she’s answering his question of drawn lines. “I want to try but I’m afraid I won’t get the chance to.” He tilts his head back toward Isla with a frown on his lips that pulls on the scar that spans half his face. It has all become so overwhelming to look at the big picture, so the Flood pauses to run his tongue along his lips, considering and thinking about where to start.
“Grounds first… Then we’ll go from there.” He says with a hint more determination.
Or perhaps it’s just in Sunjata’s case that the roles had been reversed. That the ones that were supposed to love you and protect you the most had been the ones more closed off, nearly dangerous in the way his father kept trying to get rid of him whenever he got a chance until he’d become valuable.
Even that felt like it was an understatement.
His legs swing over the edge of the cliff, and all he can offer her is a nod to that, before she’s answering his question of drawn lines. “I want to try but I’m afraid I won’t get the chance to.” He tilts his head back toward Isla with a frown on his lips that pulls on the scar that spans half his face. It has all become so overwhelming to look at the big picture, so the Flood pauses to run his tongue along his lips, considering and thinking about where to start.
“Grounds first… Then we’ll go from there.” He says with a hint more determination.
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.
