We're riding 'round this carousel, getting dizzy 'til we're sick
She tucks her face into the hollow of his neck and he exhales a quiet breath of relief, and he certainly feels the way how one hand tightens against his back, fisting in the shirt that he wears. He’s content to keep her there, drinking in the scent of her that brings back so many memories that he tells himself he’s not going to shy away from this time. He listens and nods, his face still pressed into her hair as he drinks her in, not ready to part just yet. “I’m glad you got to see him.” He pauses, taking note of her regret but not reacting to it.
He’s come to terms with it, he thinks. The fact that he’d never get the chance to say goodbye — and if he did, whether he’d even be able to do it.
“You have been hiding away, but it’s good to see you as always.” He murmurs into her hair, before he withdraws slightly to open up the space between them (almost as if too many people might see). Though, whether he cares at this point is another story, and it’s what keeps his hands around her possessively, subconsciously.
As for his own life after the war, Sunjata hums lightly before he responds. “Just trying to be a good Frey demi these days. I’ve made a brothel.” He pauses, shrugging, though much like his interaction with Ronin, if Hotaru looked at him closely she’d find no marks left behind to suggest he’d indulged in his own business.
“Currently on a quest for it as well.” He pauses, regarding her before glancing around the bonfire briefly, before his attention returns to her wholly, his steel gaze just as open for her as before. “But other than that? I’m.. Surviving.” A small lopsided smile manages to bloom on his face, a mask she’d know all too well.
He’s come to terms with it, he thinks. The fact that he’d never get the chance to say goodbye — and if he did, whether he’d even be able to do it.
“You have been hiding away, but it’s good to see you as always.” He murmurs into her hair, before he withdraws slightly to open up the space between them (almost as if too many people might see). Though, whether he cares at this point is another story, and it’s what keeps his hands around her possessively, subconsciously.
As for his own life after the war, Sunjata hums lightly before he responds. “Just trying to be a good Frey demi these days. I’ve made a brothel.” He pauses, shrugging, though much like his interaction with Ronin, if Hotaru looked at him closely she’d find no marks left behind to suggest he’d indulged in his own business.
“Currently on a quest for it as well.” He pauses, regarding her before glancing around the bonfire briefly, before his attention returns to her wholly, his steel gaze just as open for her as before. “But other than that? I’m.. Surviving.” A small lopsided smile manages to bloom on his face, a mask she’d know all too well.
the flood
Love is like a circle, there's no easy way to end
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.
