SuNJATA
the flood
But it was optimism and confidence that lead to so much heartbeat – if he’d just prepared for the worst, perhaps the days leading up he could have distracted Nate away from his duties, could have begged the Voice once again, done so many things differently. But hindsight is always 20/20, right? So he continues, that trajectory of his speech not faltering as he gets to that inky secret that’s the cause for so much of his frustration and inner turmoil.
“Yeah.” He pauses, speaking so he doesn’t work his jaw. “She’s my ex-wife. We almost had a kid together.” He explains softly, regretfully, before she’s shifting and pulling him in against her chest, his wing falling to drape over them like a wet blanket now as he goes with – malleable however Isla needs him to be. “I could have at least thought about it more. What I was doing.” He admits, sheepishly, muffled by the way he presses his face in against her shoulder and chest.
“Yeah.” He pauses, speaking so he doesn’t work his jaw. “She’s my ex-wife. We almost had a kid together.” He explains softly, regretfully, before she’s shifting and pulling him in against her chest, his wing falling to drape over them like a wet blanket now as he goes with – malleable however Isla needs him to be. “I could have at least thought about it more. What I was doing.” He admits, sheepishly, muffled by the way he presses his face in against her shoulder and chest.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
