we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
There’s that hollow void that blossoms in between them when her tears start to free fall, when the news hits, and it feels like it had when the war ended and he’d gone home to a house that still smelled like Nate. Her hand cups his face and the Flood lets her, tilting his head into it ever so gently as she traces along the scars and any smile that had graced them fades quickly.
Never knowing what to say when people apologize to him, Sunjata simply nods and bends ever so slightly to help her embrace him around his broad, tattooed shoulders. Her voice a thread that keeps him from letting himself break into those shards of pieces he had been years ago when the war ended.
“One thing after another.” He supplies instantly, jaw working slightly as he exhales a slow sigh, before clouded steel finds her own stormy gaze. “I had to tell myself that a lot.” Comes the quieter admission, before he’s giving her a light squeeze and pulling back as she reveals the golden pod.
Something of extreme discomfort settles in his gut, nose wrinkling as he releases her and looks at it. “What is it?” He asks on a breath of confusion, a lingering oily feeling of distaste through the attuned bond he tries to hide.
Never knowing what to say when people apologize to him, Sunjata simply nods and bends ever so slightly to help her embrace him around his broad, tattooed shoulders. Her voice a thread that keeps him from letting himself break into those shards of pieces he had been years ago when the war ended.
“One thing after another.” He supplies instantly, jaw working slightly as he exhales a slow sigh, before clouded steel finds her own stormy gaze. “I had to tell myself that a lot.” Comes the quieter admission, before he’s giving her a light squeeze and pulling back as she reveals the golden pod.
Something of extreme discomfort settles in his gut, nose wrinkling as he releases her and looks at it. “What is it?” He asks on a breath of confusion, a lingering oily feeling of distaste through the attuned bond he tries to hide.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
