SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
The first of many arguments, misunderstandings, he assumes. Because every one of them had something to do with it, a fight or fear of his deep down that he knows he needs to work on but having no tools to get there. So he concedes instead, shifting to ensure the water is fine, to helping her into it. He removes the rest of his clothes, imagining it's easier than craning himself over the edges to help her when he’d end up getting soaked anyway.
So he helps her in, steps in with her, hears her jesting tone and it manages to ignite a small smile along his face. “You certainly need the heavy on the soap part.” He says with some part amusement, reaching up to angle the water with a hand to run through her hair, turning her to face him so her back is to the water. He uses the comb at first to try and get rid of most of the debris, focused hard on trying to get the pale hair to its usual color and definition.
So he helps her in, steps in with her, hears her jesting tone and it manages to ignite a small smile along his face. “You certainly need the heavy on the soap part.” He says with some part amusement, reaching up to angle the water with a hand to run through her hair, turning her to face him so her back is to the water. He uses the comb at first to try and get rid of most of the debris, focused hard on trying to get the pale hair to its usual color and definition.
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.
