temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones
my skin has lavender tones
One would think that after everything had started to fall apart that he might actually spend more time thinking things through. After all, Sohalia has. Even if she blunders sometimes due to her own impatience or other factors, all it took was one terrible, harrowing incident and she’d started to. Sunjata? Stubborn and bull-headed, he tends to be the type to try the same exact things over and over and over again, praying for a different outcome.
An outcome that rarely ever comes.
He realizes too late that the floodgates are open, even if his attuned bond is closed off sharply on his side, keeping his emotions to himself. He doesn’t expect her apology – too used to everyone reminding him that it was a result of his own choices, too used to accepting the blame in part for things that could have been done differently. He wants to tell her that it’s okay, but it isn’t. So he settles for a soft nod, taking a few steps away from her into the thicker part of the flowers, into blooming blue blossoms intermixed with red poppies. “It is.” He agrees, before he continues. “Ronin revived me, though. And after that, I managed to get the refuge up as a middleman between Frey and the Voice.” It had done a lot of good, the refuge, but it hadn’t done what he wanted it to.
“But Nate couldn’t stay in it, forced to go fight in the war.” And he never came home.
He takes a moment to pluck some of the flowers from Mourn, deciding that a few of the blue ones with the white daisies might be something that could brighten the halls of the House of Midnight. “Which, you know how that ended, I am sure.”
An outcome that rarely ever comes.
He realizes too late that the floodgates are open, even if his attuned bond is closed off sharply on his side, keeping his emotions to himself. He doesn’t expect her apology – too used to everyone reminding him that it was a result of his own choices, too used to accepting the blame in part for things that could have been done differently. He wants to tell her that it’s okay, but it isn’t. So he settles for a soft nod, taking a few steps away from her into the thicker part of the flowers, into blooming blue blossoms intermixed with red poppies. “It is.” He agrees, before he continues. “Ronin revived me, though. And after that, I managed to get the refuge up as a middleman between Frey and the Voice.” It had done a lot of good, the refuge, but it hadn’t done what he wanted it to.
“But Nate couldn’t stay in it, forced to go fight in the war.” And he never came home.
He takes a moment to pluck some of the flowers from Mourn, deciding that a few of the blue ones with the white daisies might be something that could brighten the halls of the House of Midnight. “Which, you know how that ended, I am sure.”
the flood
tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
i can cover it up, i can cover it up
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.
