THE FLOOD
// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real
take my soul and make it real
He was much stronger than he had been the last time they’d done any of this. As she reaches the end point of her endurance with the magic, Sunjata’s only reason for the sweat comes from the sun shining down on him. He could go for much longer without tiring out. But he does sense that she’s reached the end of her rope, so he settles, letting the water fall away, soaking back into the earth. “I never said it was meaningless. I just said that it didn’t fix anything.” His scarred brow rises toward her, as if trying to get her to see the point he’s making. “I don’t regret fighting for the Ascended. I don’t regret betraying Safrin. I regret not having more time.” The lists are easy to conjure in his mind, lest she continue following the path of mishearing him.
Nodding as he folds his arms across his chest, he sinks back onto one leg a little heavier than the other, considering her words. “It’s probably because nobody can tell you how to make that change. Only you can figure it out.” Nose wrinkling briefly he exhales a heavy sigh. “I didn’t want to change after the war. I didn’t even go and see Frey. Eventually, it took me realizing how shitty I was and felt that I asked Frey for something to do. And I made the House of Midnight.” Tattooed shoulders shrug as he moves to collect his bottle of water.
Taking a sip, he reflects momentarily about her last statement and Sunjata snorts a little, shaking his head. “I’m not saying not to care about it. But you don’t have to make it everything you are.” Gesturing to her with his lightning scarred hand. “People aren’t just one thing and nothing else. And it sounds like you’re just basing people and yourself off of what you can do for everyone else or how you’re perceived by others. That’s not life.”
Nodding as he folds his arms across his chest, he sinks back onto one leg a little heavier than the other, considering her words. “It’s probably because nobody can tell you how to make that change. Only you can figure it out.” Nose wrinkling briefly he exhales a heavy sigh. “I didn’t want to change after the war. I didn’t even go and see Frey. Eventually, it took me realizing how shitty I was and felt that I asked Frey for something to do. And I made the House of Midnight.” Tattooed shoulders shrug as he moves to collect his bottle of water.
Taking a sip, he reflects momentarily about her last statement and Sunjata snorts a little, shaking his head. “I’m not saying not to care about it. But you don’t have to make it everything you are.” Gesturing to her with his lightning scarred hand. “People aren’t just one thing and nothing else. And it sounds like you’re just basing people and yourself off of what you can do for everyone else or how you’re perceived by others. That’s not life.”
'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.
