SUNJATA
the flood
i lost all the air in my lungs to the screamin'
i lost all the love in my heart to the demons
i lost all the love in my heart to the demons
Amun’s hand on his face stills him just enough that the potter can try and warp his smile into something despite Sunjata not quite attempting it himself, letting the Ascended feel the tension when it comes to that particularly gnarled part of his face. It doesn’t last, though, all that banter falling when the door slams shut and Sunjata curses, feeling the hand now at his elbow – his brows pinching together as he glares at the door. “I don’t like it in here.” He admits, a touch sensitive of it, before he takes a deep breath and filters through his shifts in his mind.
“The bat is likely the smallest.” He offers, moving to shift the second that the fog and laughter returns and it’s a good thing Sunjata’s shrinking down to the smallest shift he has, otherwise he’d likely curse it out as well. Instead, it’s a fluttering black bat that immediately latches onto Amun’s chest, his little wings and hands digging into the potter’s shoulders, while Sunjatacusses chirps out the spirit.
“The bat is likely the smallest.” He offers, moving to shift the second that the fog and laughter returns and it’s a good thing Sunjata’s shrinking down to the smallest shift he has, otherwise he’d likely curse it out as well. Instead, it’s a fluttering black bat that immediately latches onto Amun’s chest, his little wings and hands digging into the potter’s shoulders, while Sunjata
i lost all the things that i used to believe in
i lost everything for no goddamn reason
i lost everything for no goddamn reason
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.
