the first cut was the deepest, but it healed up whole
Snorting to Hotaru’s response, Sunjata can only offer his own boyish wrinkle of his nose, shaking his head slightly as if in exasperation. “Technically you’re still building something, though.” He points out, raising his scarred eyebrow as if saying point made, before the conversation shifts into waters that he isn’t sure he’s going to be able to navigate well – but he tries because she deserves to know, even if it is a sore subject, and she deserves to have his honesty in the face of his uncertainty of her response.
That was how they were building their life together.
Hearing her flounder, though, the Flood ceases any productive building of the sandcastle to look at the Valkyrie, to read her expressions that she now feels so open and free to share, the bond is another place he seeks out anything that may harbor apprehension or vitriol. Finding none of that but happiness, the Flood’s crooked smile beams back at her, and his cheeks flush a touch red as if uncertain how exactly to respond to the gushing of sincerity. Luckily, he doesn’t have to stay like that for too long as she pulls him in and their foreheads touch and he huffs a soft little laugh of surprise of his own. “I… I don’t know why she’s come down now. Maybe she missed me..?” They hadn’t left on good terms, but he knows she had been watching from above, in Safrin’s domain.
“I think so..? She’s older now… around Flora’s age.” To which, Sunjata isn’t sure exactly how to handle, and he openly and gladly lets the glowing curtain of his lovers hair blot out any prying eyes as he seeks out her expertise in navigating this new addition to the life they’re trying to live.
That was how they were building their life together.
Hearing her flounder, though, the Flood ceases any productive building of the sandcastle to look at the Valkyrie, to read her expressions that she now feels so open and free to share, the bond is another place he seeks out anything that may harbor apprehension or vitriol. Finding none of that but happiness, the Flood’s crooked smile beams back at her, and his cheeks flush a touch red as if uncertain how exactly to respond to the gushing of sincerity. Luckily, he doesn’t have to stay like that for too long as she pulls him in and their foreheads touch and he huffs a soft little laugh of surprise of his own. “I… I don’t know why she’s come down now. Maybe she missed me..?” They hadn’t left on good terms, but he knows she had been watching from above, in Safrin’s domain.
“I think so..? She’s older now… around Flora’s age.” To which, Sunjata isn’t sure exactly how to handle, and he openly and gladly lets the glowing curtain of his lovers hair blot out any prying eyes as he seeks out her expertise in navigating this new addition to the life they’re trying to live.
the flood
and the next one was a soft touch, but i bled out below
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
