// with each love i cut loose, i was never the same
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
She draws silent and Sunjata remains just the same – listening to the birds that chatter from far enough away from the sea panther below the shrubbery, letting his mind race waiting for the denial, the answer that perhaps he should have tried harder before now, the anger and frustration over his previous years of taking her for granted. But it doesn’t come – and instead, he watches the kite bob and dip in the sky alongside the bees, surprised enough to let the soft edged smile bloom on his face when she gives her answer.
“Of course.” If there’s something Sunjata understands, it’s that. “I’m sure he knows more about the Boondocks than I do. But if required to make it… uh, usable,” he struggles to find the words, but can remember seeing the bits and pieces of broken ships washing up on the shore the rare few occasions he did, “I’m sure Frey would be willing to help with that.” Just little tidbits of information, before he draws silent to think his next set of words. “Maybe you can strike a deal with Jack and still work for the Ark but in a separate location?” Similarly to how he’d ran multiple businesses for the Devil’s Advocates. Perhaps the Captain wanted to expand in not just the ocean.
Regardless, he shrugs, not wanting to pressure the Honeybee. “There’s no need to rush either way. It won’t get built in a day.” A softer smile is offered toward her before he nudges her with his elbow. “What do you say we use the kites for a little bit of training practice?” He raises a brow, a mischievous grin spreading over where soft sentimentality had sat just seconds before.
“Of course.” If there’s something Sunjata understands, it’s that. “I’m sure he knows more about the Boondocks than I do. But if required to make it… uh, usable,” he struggles to find the words, but can remember seeing the bits and pieces of broken ships washing up on the shore the rare few occasions he did, “I’m sure Frey would be willing to help with that.” Just little tidbits of information, before he draws silent to think his next set of words. “Maybe you can strike a deal with Jack and still work for the Ark but in a separate location?” Similarly to how he’d ran multiple businesses for the Devil’s Advocates. Perhaps the Captain wanted to expand in not just the ocean.
Regardless, he shrugs, not wanting to pressure the Honeybee. “There’s no need to rush either way. It won’t get built in a day.” A softer smile is offered toward her before he nudges her with his elbow. “What do you say we use the kites for a little bit of training practice?” He raises a brow, a mischievous grin spreading over where soft sentimentality had sat just seconds before.
the flood
// i was fixed on your hand of gold //
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.
