SUNJATA
the flood
there was a moment, a hole opened in the sky
a chance to join that pantheon
a chance to join that pantheon
Who else would he have to bring to this dream world? There isn’t anyone else he’d want to see it, except for Nate – but given the current state of affairs between Sunjata’s husband and the Lullaby, it’s hardly anything that’s worth pursuing. It’s something that Sunjata shakes his head to, that he can’t quite find the words within him to respond in a relatively kind way – not wanting to be dream-murdered again.
At least this time he’d know it was a dream.
“She doesn’t have a sentence because nothing’s been completed. I can’t get ahold of Deimos to verify her claims. All I have are witnesses stating that Hotaru was there and participated in the fire and she won’t admit to them.” A huff of air leaves him, clouding a fraction in the cooler air in front of him before he shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter.” He says sharply, rolling back on his heels before his gaze meets Remi’s as his temper flares.
Yet another dead end.
He works his jaw, watching the way Remi doesn’t give a flying fuck about any of this. He wonders if it’s nice to not have to care. “Then that is your punishment. Tell her that she is banned, and I’ll forgive that you stole her out of my jail.” He turns then, moving to place the helmet back on his head, to swing his leg over the side of the bike and start up the engine again, perfectly content to leave the conversation as it lies.
At least this time he’d know it was a dream.
“She doesn’t have a sentence because nothing’s been completed. I can’t get ahold of Deimos to verify her claims. All I have are witnesses stating that Hotaru was there and participated in the fire and she won’t admit to them.” A huff of air leaves him, clouding a fraction in the cooler air in front of him before he shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter.” He says sharply, rolling back on his heels before his gaze meets Remi’s as his temper flares.
Yet another dead end.
He works his jaw, watching the way Remi doesn’t give a flying fuck about any of this. He wonders if it’s nice to not have to care. “Then that is your punishment. Tell her that she is banned, and I’ll forgive that you stole her out of my jail.” He turns then, moving to place the helmet back on his head, to swing his leg over the side of the bike and start up the engine again, perfectly content to leave the conversation as it lies.
for all the times they never heard your battlecry
now be an angel, sing along
now be an angel, sing along
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.
