i thought how your courage would never cease, like the waves of the sea
Despite all the dour moments he’s dealt with tonight, Sunjata can’t help but let her slight jab cut through his storm clouds, eyes rolling at it as he huffs a breath that’s as close to a laugh as he can get right now. “I can try. Nate’s left me some recipes that were… Easy for me to make.” He just chose not to make them while he’d started grieving. Perhaps now with the attempts he wants to make, it might hurt less to see his husband’s handwriting.
Or it might hurt a lot and he has to force himself through it in order to make something good out of it. And surely it’s something Melita would like, knowing it came from her favorite of the two of them.
Still, there’s some small amount of surprise at the idea that Isla and Melita hadn’t talked much – though it isn’t like he was keeping tabs on the fiery girl, perhaps if he had and listened to her more, the conversation would have gone better. But hindsight was always twenty-twenty. “I think so. I hope so.” He stumbles over trying to say, despite the end result being the same.
Isla shifts in the sands and Sunjata turns his gaze back to the sky, glaring up at the Safrin he perceives in the stars that glitter out. “Yeah, I guess so.” He rumbles as her arms stretch around him, skin sticky from sweat and his own overheated body. He lifts one arm to wrap around her shoulders as he remains staring at the sky. “Did’ya know that when I betrayed Safrin, the sky had no stars that night?” He asks idly, unsure if he’s ever told her. It was something he’d found out after as well, a jarring, surprised thought the second he’d learned.
Or it might hurt a lot and he has to force himself through it in order to make something good out of it. And surely it’s something Melita would like, knowing it came from her favorite of the two of them.
Still, there’s some small amount of surprise at the idea that Isla and Melita hadn’t talked much – though it isn’t like he was keeping tabs on the fiery girl, perhaps if he had and listened to her more, the conversation would have gone better. But hindsight was always twenty-twenty. “I think so. I hope so.” He stumbles over trying to say, despite the end result being the same.
Isla shifts in the sands and Sunjata turns his gaze back to the sky, glaring up at the Safrin he perceives in the stars that glitter out. “Yeah, I guess so.” He rumbles as her arms stretch around him, skin sticky from sweat and his own overheated body. He lifts one arm to wrap around her shoulders as he remains staring at the sky. “Did’ya know that when I betrayed Safrin, the sky had no stars that night?” He asks idly, unsure if he’s ever told her. It was something he’d found out after as well, a jarring, surprised thought the second he’d learned.
the flood
say it once more, speak to my chest; i wanna bleed all of the words you've said
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
