relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
The uncertainty isn’t hidden from him – Sunjata’s smart enough to know that Noah doesn’t trust him – both from what he already knew with everything that had gone down years ago and everything since then. But of course, the lightning scars that align his body aren’t from Noah – and in fact, if he were to mention such an event Sunjata would have no idea what he’s even talking about, given that the Ascended had used his shift as they wished that night in Stormbreak.
Regardless, they begin to walk to a more secluded place to speak and Sunjata’s side of the bond is carefully cultivated to be playful and curious, rather than share any feelings otherwise. Not that he has them at this present moment, being as strong as he’s become now and the realization of everything Frey had been teaching him, cultivating into the new version of the Flood that stands before Noah – a person relieved and powerful, someone who was ready to actually try and live his life for the first time in what felt like… Well, forever.
And what plan is that? We’ve been disposing of the infected creatures as your letter instructed us to without any issue. He sends mentally, keeping that easy smile despite the crookedness of it from the muscle that doesn’t quite work as well as it once had, not since his father’s blade had gone through it. “Of course. It’s what it’s there for. I only wish it wouldn’t need to be utilized again so soon.” And for this, Noah would feel the pang of truthfulness spill into the bond between them, the blip of frustration that they can’t just have something nice. “I trust you and your family are safe from everything going on?” He asks, recalling the gift Noah had given him and the mention that Vi’s demigod was expecting children.
Regardless, they begin to walk to a more secluded place to speak and Sunjata’s side of the bond is carefully cultivated to be playful and curious, rather than share any feelings otherwise. Not that he has them at this present moment, being as strong as he’s become now and the realization of everything Frey had been teaching him, cultivating into the new version of the Flood that stands before Noah – a person relieved and powerful, someone who was ready to actually try and live his life for the first time in what felt like… Well, forever.
And what plan is that? We’ve been disposing of the infected creatures as your letter instructed us to without any issue. He sends mentally, keeping that easy smile despite the crookedness of it from the muscle that doesn’t quite work as well as it once had, not since his father’s blade had gone through it. “Of course. It’s what it’s there for. I only wish it wouldn’t need to be utilized again so soon.” And for this, Noah would feel the pang of truthfulness spill into the bond between them, the blip of frustration that they can’t just have something nice. “I trust you and your family are safe from everything going on?” He asks, recalling the gift Noah had given him and the mention that Vi’s demigod was expecting children.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
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.
