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
There’s a low hum of uncertainty when she suggests nightmares – because those were often inevitable. The times he’s woken up unsure of where he was when the rooms changed too much, offered little hope when he had to lay there and remember that it’s after the war, and that things have changed, and that he’s become adept at being alone. But when she suggests thoughts, he doesn’t know if it’s really that either.
“Both, I think.” He eventually decides, letting her withdraw from him and take his scarred hand to guide him to the bed, to the place where he’d likely spend the next few hours fretting over a variety of things, likely long after Isla’s fallen asleep. But that’s fine, he’ll survive it. He always has. And it might do him some good to come to terms with this heavy conversation before he has even more in the morning.
He feels woefully unprepared as he climbs into the bed alongside her, shifting and maneuvering himself enough to lay partially on his stomach so that one wing can drape over the bed while the other drapes off of it, stretched out lazily. “I can tell you a story about Korofi?” He asks tentatively, unsure if she’d even want to hear stories of his past life when he’d drawn a line in the sand at Business Partner.
“Both, I think.” He eventually decides, letting her withdraw from him and take his scarred hand to guide him to the bed, to the place where he’d likely spend the next few hours fretting over a variety of things, likely long after Isla’s fallen asleep. But that’s fine, he’ll survive it. He always has. And it might do him some good to come to terms with this heavy conversation before he has even more in the morning.
He feels woefully unprepared as he climbs into the bed alongside her, shifting and maneuvering himself enough to lay partially on his stomach so that one wing can drape over the bed while the other drapes off of it, stretched out lazily. “I can tell you a story about Korofi?” He asks tentatively, unsure if she’d even want to hear stories of his past life when he’d drawn a line in the sand at Business Partner.
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.
