SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“I had the blight.” Sunjata rumbles, a bit of frustration edged in his tone. “The Ascended didn’t get it, if you remember. And now they’re sick and this is the only thing she's asking for.” His jaw clenched as he cuts himself off, as Nate’s words break and he pulls his arms away from his husband though he can still feel Nate’s hand twisting in his clothes.
As for not knowing everything, he takes a slow inhale, trying to keep the battling urges through him from showing out too much. “She knows everything about her creations, though, does she not?” It’s quieter, voice wavering. He’s terrified, afraid that this new cure might use up the only hope they have of fixing the Ascended. And fear makes impulsive decisions. But for Sunjata, he’s nearly all impulse, it’s how he’s made it this far, he clings to it.
“You will.” He urges. He will take Nate. He has to.
But then he feels the flooding of the bond and it breaks something in him, body attempting to partially shift to a number of different feelings until rage eventually overtakes him, arms and neck coated with interlocking plates of armor from his dragon shift when he finally looks at Loren again, can feel Nate’s eyes on him. “Stop letting it kill you and do something about it then. You are the only one that can.” He’s the only one that knows where the metal is. He’s the only one that can grab it and bring it, and the fact that they’ve gotten nowhere short of begging and pleading, it aggravates Sunjata even more.
So rather than letting himself delve into lightning and wings and fury, Sunjata sharply turns away realizing they’re not getting anywhere, jaw clenched tight. He reaches for Nate, wrapping an arm around the Ascended and begins to move toward the door, leaving the cup of tea where it was. “I hope you do the right thing.” He manages, perhaps a bit more gruffly, and leaves through the door they came to head back to the Kraai — though perhaps with a quick pit stop to simply let the rage overcome him.
— FIN!
As for not knowing everything, he takes a slow inhale, trying to keep the battling urges through him from showing out too much. “She knows everything about her creations, though, does she not?” It’s quieter, voice wavering. He’s terrified, afraid that this new cure might use up the only hope they have of fixing the Ascended. And fear makes impulsive decisions. But for Sunjata, he’s nearly all impulse, it’s how he’s made it this far, he clings to it.
“You will.” He urges. He will take Nate. He has to.
But then he feels the flooding of the bond and it breaks something in him, body attempting to partially shift to a number of different feelings until rage eventually overtakes him, arms and neck coated with interlocking plates of armor from his dragon shift when he finally looks at Loren again, can feel Nate’s eyes on him. “Stop letting it kill you and do something about it then. You are the only one that can.” He’s the only one that knows where the metal is. He’s the only one that can grab it and bring it, and the fact that they’ve gotten nowhere short of begging and pleading, it aggravates Sunjata even more.
So rather than letting himself delve into lightning and wings and fury, Sunjata sharply turns away realizing they’re not getting anywhere, jaw clenched tight. He reaches for Nate, wrapping an arm around the Ascended and begins to move toward the door, leaving the cup of tea where it was. “I hope you do the right thing.” He manages, perhaps a bit more gruffly, and leaves through the door they came to head back to the Kraai — though perhaps with a quick pit stop to simply let the rage overcome him.
— FIN!
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
