SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
Her hand traces the wing and the feeling of it has a shuddering sigh leaving him — the skin there incredibly sensitive as he suddenly realizes it — even the feathers that hover over him from Maea spark some of that tickling, sensitive feeling. But he focuses on her through it, the bright smile and the sorrow within it, and he leans down to press his forehead against hers.
“Yes, like Peter.” He agrees somewhat quietly, before his stormy gaze searches her own and he withdraws a fraction. “Safrin told me that I am… Not the mistakes I’ve made.” He says quietly, looking over her face gently, as if he's taken it fully to heart — as if he’s trying to be better about it all. “And I’m trying to believe her with it.” He reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, searching her face, showing to her just how much he wanted to believe it too. How much he had been trying. Trying to be better about all of it.
“Yes, like Peter.” He agrees somewhat quietly, before his stormy gaze searches her own and he withdraws a fraction. “Safrin told me that I am… Not the mistakes I’ve made.” He says quietly, looking over her face gently, as if he's taken it fully to heart — as if he’s trying to be better about it all. “And I’m trying to believe her with it.” He reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, searching her face, showing to her just how much he wanted to believe it too. How much he had been trying. Trying to be better about all of 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.
