SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
He hasn’t drifted in further than the door to see the room as he lets Isla step inside before him. He locks the door, setting the key on a little table beside it before he looks up at her blurted sentence, brows pinching as he steps further into the room and notices it, and honestly? The Flood laughs. “Fuck.” He manages to say, reaching up to rub at his temple as he slips out of his boots, already trying to think of how the rumor mill would spread this miscommunication.
It wouldn’t be the first time – after all, many here still think Edmund is his.
But she beckons him to come closer to her and he lets the amusement of the surprise in the room fade as he does as asked, stepping into her space and craving her warmth from the cold truths they’d shared outside the Inn before he’d played pretend once again. His arms slip around her middle and he leans in a bit more to her space, head tilting in a silent question of yes?
It wouldn’t be the first time – after all, many here still think Edmund is his.
But she beckons him to come closer to her and he lets the amusement of the surprise in the room fade as he does as asked, stepping into her space and craving her warmth from the cold truths they’d shared outside the Inn before he’d played pretend once again. His arms slip around her middle and he leans in a bit more to her space, head tilting in a silent question of yes?
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
