no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
“Thank you.” Sunjata responds gently, not wanting it to seem like he needs it as desperately as he does, not wanting her to have to change how she did things, especially as they start to figure it out again, but knowing that it would help him at least.
He shuffles his feet to start moving back toward the cart when her words distract him, his head tilting back toward her as he listens, working his jaw as she stomps over to the well and spits in it, a feat he wishes he’d thought of too. “You’re not alone, this time.” He offers quietly, extending a hand as she continues, wishing to feel.
A few thoughts run through his mind and he isn’t sure which to offer first, but he understands her desire for it. “Have you thought about becoming Ancient?” If she wanted to process it, that is.
He shuffles his feet to start moving back toward the cart when her words distract him, his head tilting back toward her as he listens, working his jaw as she stomps over to the well and spits in it, a feat he wishes he’d thought of too. “You’re not alone, this time.” He offers quietly, extending a hand as she continues, wishing to feel.
A few thoughts run through his mind and he isn’t sure which to offer first, but he understands her desire for it. “Have you thought about becoming Ancient?” If she wanted to process it, that is.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
