SUNJATA
so, collect your scars and wear 'em well
your blood's as good an ink as any
your blood's as good an ink as any
Perhaps Frey had only unleashed the version of Sunjata that Maeve had never known – the promiscuous, playful, charming flirt that likely would have fit in better working for a brothel the second he arrived than the mercenary work he’d done before. He wasn’t like Phoebe, nevermind the fact that the Flood was experienced when it came to flirtations and sex while Phoebe certainly hadn’t been at the time. Now? He doesn’t know (or care really) what Phoebe’s up to, but what the Flood does know is that when Sunjata and the other Frey demigod had shared a bed, Sunjata had been her second.
And once things fell apart given his promiscuity? Well, he can’t help but to think of her as some sort of prude.
Maeve stops in her approach to the edge, though, and Sunjata’s brows draw up a fraction as he listens to her speak. It isn’t what he’s expecting, but the playfulness dies down to let the water lap against them as a certain type of seriousness starts to bleed into him. “He did stay with me. And we did talk about you.” Sunjata murmurs, as if to give her a bit of a tidbit of what had occurred over LongNight.
What secrets had been shared. What hearts had been hurt and put back together and bandaged in ways that hopefully would help them heal. And all he can do is wait for her to finish, his steel gaze peering down into her jade as Sunjata stands to help support her in the water, chest to chest, water seeping and dripping off of the both of them. “Locke did tell me about your feelings… And for the record, Maeve, I hadn’t known. I thought it was part of our prior agreement.” The whole, don’t catch feelings for me it’ll be a bad time, and yet…
And yet. “Love is difficult and it has its moments, sometimes you recognize it and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes it’s in the little things and sometimes you need to be told.” His shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug, inadvertently drawing her a fraction closer to him before his shrug finishes and they’re back to where they were. “For what it’s worth, I apologized to Locke. I didn’t know and if I had perhaps we could have talked about it beforehand.” But they hadn’t known and the past was the past and words had a funny way of finding their way back at the end of the day.
She moves to latch onto the encantado and Sunjata loosens his hold on her, trying to focus on keeping the creature compelled when everything starts to fall apart and he grits his teeth. She’s securely on the creature yet Sunjata’s somehow lost control of it – perhaps an after affect of becoming a demigod, one that hadn’t arisen until now, which is terrible timing.
So he latches onto the creature too, trying to even it out and stay near Maeve and it. “Maeve… Don’t be alarmed but I can’t control it anymore…” He tries to speak as soothingly as he can, before the playful dolphin surges through the waves of the water and Sunjata’s shifting to keep up.
And once things fell apart given his promiscuity? Well, he can’t help but to think of her as some sort of prude.
Maeve stops in her approach to the edge, though, and Sunjata’s brows draw up a fraction as he listens to her speak. It isn’t what he’s expecting, but the playfulness dies down to let the water lap against them as a certain type of seriousness starts to bleed into him. “He did stay with me. And we did talk about you.” Sunjata murmurs, as if to give her a bit of a tidbit of what had occurred over LongNight.
What secrets had been shared. What hearts had been hurt and put back together and bandaged in ways that hopefully would help them heal. And all he can do is wait for her to finish, his steel gaze peering down into her jade as Sunjata stands to help support her in the water, chest to chest, water seeping and dripping off of the both of them. “Locke did tell me about your feelings… And for the record, Maeve, I hadn’t known. I thought it was part of our prior agreement.” The whole, don’t catch feelings for me it’ll be a bad time, and yet…
And yet. “Love is difficult and it has its moments, sometimes you recognize it and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes it’s in the little things and sometimes you need to be told.” His shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug, inadvertently drawing her a fraction closer to him before his shrug finishes and they’re back to where they were. “For what it’s worth, I apologized to Locke. I didn’t know and if I had perhaps we could have talked about it beforehand.” But they hadn’t known and the past was the past and words had a funny way of finding their way back at the end of the day.
She moves to latch onto the encantado and Sunjata loosens his hold on her, trying to focus on keeping the creature compelled when everything starts to fall apart and he grits his teeth. She’s securely on the creature yet Sunjata’s somehow lost control of it – perhaps an after affect of becoming a demigod, one that hadn’t arisen until now, which is terrible timing.
So he latches onto the creature too, trying to even it out and stay near Maeve and it. “Maeve… Don’t be alarmed but I can’t control it anymore…” He tries to speak as soothingly as he can, before the playful dolphin surges through the waves of the water and Sunjata’s shifting to keep up.
go scratch your name into the clouds
and pull them all... d o w n
and pull them all... d o w n
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.
