SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He lets her examine the rest of her bruising, internally wincing against the sight as his question hits her. He can feel her gaze on him and he still refuses to look at her, instead focusing on gathering the clothes that need to be cleaned, the clothes that are full of dried blood and other things. He sighs heavily to her response as she trails off, words caught in her throat, and he finally looks up to her with a break through his stormy gaze.
“Good.” He begins, taking a deep breath to focus on her face a bit more clearly. “Because I don’t want to lose you either.” His voice grows a bit quieter here, and he steps toward her, remaining inches away from touching her because of the bruising. “But you have to be more careful. For me?” There’s a hint of a whine of desperation in the tone of his voice – that even when he’d gone to fight the dragon, she’d known where he’d be, knew the possibilities.
This? This was sheer surprise, sadness, a terrible dread coiling in his gut.
“Good.” He begins, taking a deep breath to focus on her face a bit more clearly. “Because I don’t want to lose you either.” His voice grows a bit quieter here, and he steps toward her, remaining inches away from touching her because of the bruising. “But you have to be more careful. For me?” There’s a hint of a whine of desperation in the tone of his voice – that even when he’d gone to fight the dragon, she’d known where he’d be, knew the possibilities.
This? This was sheer surprise, sadness, a terrible dread coiling in his gut.
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.
