SUNJATA
the flood
but is this what you want? what you wanted?
do you need love? am i enough for you?
do you need love? am i enough for you?
His gaze flits over to her as he settles back down after drinking the water. A dark brow lifts when she mentions that the blood loss wasn’t all of it, and of course he should have thought about that – with the way his leg was bandaged. But at least the bleeding had stopped, and he sinks back to look to the ceiling, stroking Haai’s head softly as she licks the salt from the skin of his arm, sniffing at a bandage in her idle distraction. “I can fly.” He rumbles, as if it means more than having to worry about walking – why worry when he had so many shifts at his disposal, wings at his beck and call to take him away from being trapped in a shack for a few days when so much could be happening.
Of course, Sunjata can’t see the rampage across his back, that some of the feathered tattoos there would be missing ink because of the crescent shaped scars when fully healed. He has no way of knowing other than how they feel, and really – it felt no different than the gunshot wound to his thigh that had torn through muscle, had lodged the bullet inside and had to be removed before it caused further damage.
These were just sharks.
He keeps his gaze to the walls of the shack until she sinks down and pulls her knees up to her chest, looking away from him. And when she apologizes, only then does his head snap to her, hand reaching for her with confusion furrowing his brows. “What could you be sorry for?” He asks. As far as he was concerned the entire ordeal was his fault. Sure, he could have waited and fended them off from the reef probably until Haai could join them and blaze a path of fire or the sharks simply lost interest… But he hadn’t.
“You’re okay, that’s all I care about.” A softer offering. Perhaps showing her just how much he valued himself in comparison to those around him, that he cared far more for the wellbeing of his own than whatever happened to him.
Of course, Sunjata can’t see the rampage across his back, that some of the feathered tattoos there would be missing ink because of the crescent shaped scars when fully healed. He has no way of knowing other than how they feel, and really – it felt no different than the gunshot wound to his thigh that had torn through muscle, had lodged the bullet inside and had to be removed before it caused further damage.
These were just sharks.
He keeps his gaze to the walls of the shack until she sinks down and pulls her knees up to her chest, looking away from him. And when she apologizes, only then does his head snap to her, hand reaching for her with confusion furrowing his brows. “What could you be sorry for?” He asks. As far as he was concerned the entire ordeal was his fault. Sure, he could have waited and fended them off from the reef probably until Haai could join them and blaze a path of fire or the sharks simply lost interest… But he hadn’t.
“You’re okay, that’s all I care about.” A softer offering. Perhaps showing her just how much he valued himself in comparison to those around him, that he cared far more for the wellbeing of his own than whatever happened to him.
in time you'll find i've got my baggage too
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.
