SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He might be sick again. It’s hard to tell. Her words are quite delayed in his mind as he focuses on what’s happening around him, letting his body coat itself in the thick dark plates, protecting him when he can’t entirely find it in him to protect himself further. Despite the fact he knows Melita and knows she wouldn’t attack him on the ground while they’re sparring like this.
The only thing that he does understand fully is the way she utters a quiet sorry, one that has him heaving over his lost breath from his lungs, one hand planted in the grass and dirt from where he’d gone down. “Its—” He begins, a pant leaving him as he winces again, “fine.” He manages, clearly trying to gesture the fact that he’s going to need a few seconds.
Or minutes, more likely. Though how many, he can’t tell.
The only thing that he does understand fully is the way she utters a quiet sorry, one that has him heaving over his lost breath from his lungs, one hand planted in the grass and dirt from where he’d gone down. “Its—” He begins, a pant leaving him as he winces again, “fine.” He manages, clearly trying to gesture the fact that he’s going to need a few seconds.
Or minutes, more likely. Though how many, he can’t tell.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
