// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Oh it was fucking terrible.” Sunjata agrees woefully, but there’s a spark of amusement there for the idea of trying to pick that can of worms open for Flora. It’s not one he’d ever wish to do, and cannot even fathom where one would begin with such a thing. It had been bad enough in Korofi, where it was solely based on personality and good genetics, both of which Shaju didn’t believe that Sunjata had. And perhaps that’s why he’d been paired with someone far more controlling, nice to look at, but manipulative as could be.
Because everyone here knows just how malleable the Flood can be if given the right push and temptation.
Talk of Kamaria sobers him, however, and he doesn’t expect to feel her arms wrap around him as they do, nor the words that pierce somewhere deep, crumbling those walls he’d built upon year after year. “Thanks, Flora.” He says softly, his accented tone harboring quite a bit of gratitude for the unprompted compliment. His arms wind around her in turn, giving her a gentle squeeze back. “It was my biggest fear, y’know? That I’d end up just like my father. But given everything,” her, Kamaria, the twins when he’d had them, “I think I’d be pretty okay at it.” Not that Hotaru was pregnant or anything, but he’s also not not saying that it may not be a possibility far off in the future.
Sighing lightly, he pulls away from the hug slightly to give her a mischievous look. “So, what if I were to tell you that I was planning somethinggg for your mother around her birthday?” He asks, playfully vague.
Because everyone here knows just how malleable the Flood can be if given the right push and temptation.
Talk of Kamaria sobers him, however, and he doesn’t expect to feel her arms wrap around him as they do, nor the words that pierce somewhere deep, crumbling those walls he’d built upon year after year. “Thanks, Flora.” He says softly, his accented tone harboring quite a bit of gratitude for the unprompted compliment. His arms wind around her in turn, giving her a gentle squeeze back. “It was my biggest fear, y’know? That I’d end up just like my father. But given everything,” her, Kamaria, the twins when he’d had them, “I think I’d be pretty okay at it.” Not that Hotaru was pregnant or anything, but he’s also not not saying that it may not be a possibility far off in the future.
Sighing lightly, he pulls away from the hug slightly to give her a mischievous look. “So, what if I were to tell you that I was planning somethinggg for your mother around her birthday?” He asks, playfully vague.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
