// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Ooh, I am lucky then.” Sunjata says with a huff of a laugh, before he’s lifting his hand to ask her yet another question, allowing her to inspect the ring and the story behind them all, nodding an agreement – because Hotaru had always been the bright golden light that had eclipsed all of the darkness and shadows Sunjata and Nate held within themselves. It was just a shame things hadn’t gone differently back then.
Her opinion is a valid one, even if Sunjata never intends to take off the ring Nate had given him. But perhaps he could get something new and offer the mix of both, let her decide which to choose rather than trying to choose for her. He’d been there and done that before and it had ended up terribly bad. “Maybe… I’ll get a new one and give her the option to choose.” He decides, meshing both of their ideas together with another cloud of a laugh that leaves him. “I never want to pretend that I know exactly what your mother wants.” He admits with a wince – knowing what kind of disaster that could spell.
So instead, he reaches for Flora’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “I’m fuckin’ cold though. Do you want to head back to the House of Midnight now? We can sneakily draft up some ideas of decorations..?” Bouncing his scarred brow at her playfully, he lets her decide in this moment whether to stay or go.
Her opinion is a valid one, even if Sunjata never intends to take off the ring Nate had given him. But perhaps he could get something new and offer the mix of both, let her decide which to choose rather than trying to choose for her. He’d been there and done that before and it had ended up terribly bad. “Maybe… I’ll get a new one and give her the option to choose.” He decides, meshing both of their ideas together with another cloud of a laugh that leaves him. “I never want to pretend that I know exactly what your mother wants.” He admits with a wince – knowing what kind of disaster that could spell.
So instead, he reaches for Flora’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “I’m fuckin’ cold though. Do you want to head back to the House of Midnight now? We can sneakily draft up some ideas of decorations..?” Bouncing his scarred brow at her playfully, he lets her decide in this moment whether to stay or go.
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.
