SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He wasn’t happy, not in the slightest. But he’s trying to be better and his emotions are too much on display as of late to really deal with all of it in the manners he used to. That and the light buzz to his mind from both the alcohol and the nicotine likely take a bit of the edge off, keeping him somewhat in the middle when it comes to his feelings on the manner. But he offers his hands to help her stand, no debate in the stance he takes or what he expects her to do – and she takes them, thankfully, wondering how much more wounded he can be internally if she were to refuse.
“I’m glad you’re healed.” He says softly at first, searching her face before he lets go of her hands and moves them to try and help her peel the rest of her clothes off. The steam has thoroughly added enough heat to the room that Sunjata’s own shirt sticks to his chest and his sides. Carefully, he tries to unwrap her from the remaining clothes before he pauses to turn the water down a fraction so it wasn’t scalding hot.
A muscle feathers in his jaw again. “When you told me to never leave you, I imagined it went both ways.” He doesn’t look at her when he says it, but there’s something about the hoarseness of his voice that seems to suggest he’s thinking of Peter and Adam, of deaths that could have been prevented had they been smarter – had he been smarter about it. "Does it?"
“I’m glad you’re healed.” He says softly at first, searching her face before he lets go of her hands and moves them to try and help her peel the rest of her clothes off. The steam has thoroughly added enough heat to the room that Sunjata’s own shirt sticks to his chest and his sides. Carefully, he tries to unwrap her from the remaining clothes before he pauses to turn the water down a fraction so it wasn’t scalding hot.
A muscle feathers in his jaw again. “When you told me to never leave you, I imagined it went both ways.” He doesn’t look at her when he says it, but there’s something about the hoarseness of his voice that seems to suggest he’s thinking of Peter and Adam, of deaths that could have been prevented had they been smarter – had he been smarter about it. "Does it?"
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
