i closed my eyes and saw my father's sins, they covered me like a second skin
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
He’s been sleeping downstairs, in the floor, curled up with Haai since everything fell apart. And he’s certainly not prepared for the honeyed voice of Safrin in his ears. How long had it been?? But it’s because of Nate, because of everything that Sunjata wakes, shakes himself out, turns back into himself and ensures that Nate’s still upstairs, hidden away because she’s at the door.
He has to put himself together, right? But the knock on the door is small, so fragile, that the last thing he expects to see will be a five year old. He expects an actual baby, a swaddled child, and when he opens the door after putting some semblance of himself together, it crumbles.
For the first time that he can recall, it isn’t to Safrin that his eyes are drawn to. They’re drawn to a short mop of blonde hair, pale skin, wide and excited green eyes, and it cracks somewhere in him. He can see the similarities that take shape, and for a split second he sees just how much she looks like Saartjie when they were young. There’s absolutely little doubt. For all the drama and trauma he’s been through and continues to, it falls away as he becomes entirely enamored in her. His daughter. She’s aged more than he expected, but he pushes that thought aside, immediately crouching down and opening up his arms for her. “Hello, sweetheart.” His accented voice rumbles, the steel of his gaze finally lifting to look to Safrin.
He has to put himself together, right? But the knock on the door is small, so fragile, that the last thing he expects to see will be a five year old. He expects an actual baby, a swaddled child, and when he opens the door after putting some semblance of himself together, it crumbles.
For the first time that he can recall, it isn’t to Safrin that his eyes are drawn to. They’re drawn to a short mop of blonde hair, pale skin, wide and excited green eyes, and it cracks somewhere in him. He can see the similarities that take shape, and for a split second he sees just how much she looks like Saartjie when they were young. There’s absolutely little doubt. For all the drama and trauma he’s been through and continues to, it falls away as he becomes entirely enamored in her. His daughter. She’s aged more than he expected, but he pushes that thought aside, immediately crouching down and opening up his arms for her. “Hello, sweetheart.” His accented voice rumbles, the steel of his gaze finally lifting to look to Safrin.
i cut my branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the living room
SUNJATA
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.
