THE FLOOD
// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real
take my soul and make it real
Water rises from another source, this time spreading out in a fan around his shoulder and face, trying to block out the majority of the sparks even as it does cause him to close his eyes briefly if only to ensure she doesn’t blind him.
Blinking back to the conversation, the water forms another tangible ribbon, aiming for her other arm this time, almost as if he’s trying to bind her with the water still glittering from the sunlight. “Yes and no.” Sunjata announces to her comment over whether people grouped together. “There’s a… Certain beauty in learning about how different people can be, y’know? I mean, fuck, you know my history. I was a prince with a silver spoon that had to adapt and change to join up with the resistance. There’s so much I would have missed out on had I stuck with my own crowd. But that doesn’t mean I agreed with everything they did.” Raising a scarred brow toward her, he shrugs before continuing, while more sweat beads down from his temple and sparks more floral dark tattoos on his face.
“You remember when the war was ramping up? I was an old god demigod that fought for the Ascended. I wanted to be a hero and change people's minds.” I wanted to save Nate, to fight for the underdogs like I’d done before. “And I lost everything. I lost my daughter. I lost Nate.” Kamaria was up in the stars and Nate was thankfully in Mort’s halls, but gods it had destroyed him. “I couldn’t even go and see Frey.” Not without a blindfold, at least.
It had felt like his life had ended the second the war ended and Isla had told him the news. And it had taken even longer before Sunjata had wanted to change and put forth the effort. And now? Because of it, he's here, running this region, past ruined relationships slowly repairing. Life moving on.
Blinking back to the conversation, the water forms another tangible ribbon, aiming for her other arm this time, almost as if he’s trying to bind her with the water still glittering from the sunlight. “Yes and no.” Sunjata announces to her comment over whether people grouped together. “There’s a… Certain beauty in learning about how different people can be, y’know? I mean, fuck, you know my history. I was a prince with a silver spoon that had to adapt and change to join up with the resistance. There’s so much I would have missed out on had I stuck with my own crowd. But that doesn’t mean I agreed with everything they did.” Raising a scarred brow toward her, he shrugs before continuing, while more sweat beads down from his temple and sparks more floral dark tattoos on his face.
“You remember when the war was ramping up? I was an old god demigod that fought for the Ascended. I wanted to be a hero and change people's minds.” I wanted to save Nate, to fight for the underdogs like I’d done before. “And I lost everything. I lost my daughter. I lost Nate.” Kamaria was up in the stars and Nate was thankfully in Mort’s halls, but gods it had destroyed him. “I couldn’t even go and see Frey.” Not without a blindfold, at least.
It had felt like his life had ended the second the war ended and Isla had told him the news. And it had taken even longer before Sunjata had wanted to change and put forth the effort. And now? Because of it, he's here, running this region, past ruined relationships slowly repairing. Life moving on.
'cause i was bright, yeah I was pale and blue,
starry eyed by every thought of you //
starry eyed by every thought of you //
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.
