// now knowing how to think, i scream aloud, begin to sink
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground //
He doesn’t know whether to laugh or not to the jest Nate makes and he’s lucky that his face is hidden from how far he’s got his head into the brush of the labyrinth. As for the next comment? Well, yes, he can feel him. And he certainly can’t keep the flush from his cheeks this time as he tries to shove back into Nate right at the time the scream hits him. Instead of panic, though, he does end up falling back onto his ass, shuffling to try and get his jar secured and to stand, huffing white clouds of breath in front of his face.
He stands with Nate’s help, twigs stuck in his hair and a leaf plastered to his cheek. He reaches for Nate’s hand, the Flood seeking the Lone Ranger’s touch in agreement of running. He doesn’t want to stay longer than necessary and he has the branches already. “Run.” Sunjata hums to Nate’s ear, giving his arm a tug before he starts bolting down the other path of the labyrinth trying to avoid the banshee at all cost.
He stands with Nate’s help, twigs stuck in his hair and a leaf plastered to his cheek. He reaches for Nate’s hand, the Flood seeking the Lone Ranger’s touch in agreement of running. He doesn’t want to stay longer than necessary and he has the branches already. “Run.” Sunjata hums to Nate’s ear, giving his arm a tug before he starts bolting down the other path of the labyrinth trying to avoid the banshee at all cost.
// i'm reaching for the life within me, how can one man stop his ending?
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
i thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space //
SUNJATA
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.
