SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
It’s a wonder he still moves as well as he does – though he chalks it up to divine intervention, if he’s being honest. How many times he’s been wholly healed through their means alongside magic and doctors like Isla and Nate who always step up for him when he gets too into his head. But it’s also happened so many times now that when she applies the tinctures to the open wounds and burns, he makes no sound. Just the hard grit of his teeth against one another before he makes his request known.
“I’m not sure yet, there’s a lot on my mind.” He admits, brows pinching together, before a snort slips from him and he casts inquisitive steel toward his advisor. “Would you like to stay to talk or do you intend to watch me sleep?” He teases her lightly, throat still hoarse but numbed enough now that it makes it easier to speak.
“I’m not sure yet, there’s a lot on my mind.” He admits, brows pinching together, before a snort slips from him and he casts inquisitive steel toward his advisor. “Would you like to stay to talk or do you intend to watch me sleep?” He teases her lightly, throat still hoarse but numbed enough now that it makes it easier to speak.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
