// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
When it isn’t a situation where he feels like he might be judged for his shitty upbringing, there’s a far greater chance of him explaining it in mere passing. Not that he expected Alys to say anything about it, according to Hotaru the seer was understanding and optimistic, and he had to agree after the short time of knowing her. But he’s still so conditioned to being taken advantage of by those that have learned about his past that it makes him defensive if it’s looked at amongst his other traumas.
So saying, Sunjata finishes the tiles, starting to help her with planting the plants, his steel gaze taking in the pattern she’d created and recreating it on his side as he listens. And there’s understanding there, a glimmer of it in his brightened steel as he glances back at her and offers a hum of agreement. “Even though I am Frey’s demigod, I still find myself rarely seeing them in comparison to every other demigod, it sounds like.” He starts to say, stumbling over his own inner admission, a clear note for her to realize that he is really trying to open up. “So I understand your wariness, especially after what you have faced.” He’d never been abandoned, but he has seen the distrust from others toward the race, the unfairness of it.
“If you were to speak with one, do you have one specific in mind?” He asks out of curiosity.
So saying, Sunjata finishes the tiles, starting to help her with planting the plants, his steel gaze taking in the pattern she’d created and recreating it on his side as he listens. And there’s understanding there, a glimmer of it in his brightened steel as he glances back at her and offers a hum of agreement. “Even though I am Frey’s demigod, I still find myself rarely seeing them in comparison to every other demigod, it sounds like.” He starts to say, stumbling over his own inner admission, a clear note for her to realize that he is really trying to open up. “So I understand your wariness, especially after what you have faced.” He’d never been abandoned, but he has seen the distrust from others toward the race, the unfairness of it.
“If you were to speak with one, do you have one specific in mind?” He asks out of curiosity.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
