SuNJATA
the flood
It may have actually become his saving grace, the way the dream of his bleeds away into something else entirely. He remains much the same, though, unfamiliar clothes to Remi worn heavily on his person (a bulletproof vest, a belt strapped to his leg with a useless gun within it), but the Flood would seem a bit younger than Remi would know him as. Clean shaven, hair cut short, but the most notable feature being the missing of every single one of his tattoos. And, of course, the blood painted on the side of his neck from where Remi might recall a scar there these days.
His chest heaves as he tries to calm it, hand pressing into that scarlet red, drawing back to see it reflected before it flecks away as is the nature of dreams, and his younger steel gaze lifts to the Lullaby as if in expectation. “What do we have to talk about?” He asks flatly, flicking the blood from his fingers as if it were nothing more than a bit of dirt these days.
His chest heaves as he tries to calm it, hand pressing into that scarlet red, drawing back to see it reflected before it flecks away as is the nature of dreams, and his younger steel gaze lifts to the Lullaby as if in expectation. “What do we have to talk about?” He asks flatly, flicking the blood from his fingers as if it were nothing more than a bit of dirt these days.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
