// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Chastising Petronella as she tries her hardest to snag the fish in question, Sunjata’s glad that the fishing merchant isn’t upset by her antics. If anything, the man is curious — having never seen a panther, of course it would be a surprise that someone would have one as their companion.
It’s no surprise that it’s Sunjata who does, though.
And so, after a bit of bartering and easy chatting, the Flood has managed to secure the fish for the cub, and he’s nodding to her to tell her that she can collect it. She happily does, plucking it out of the bucket with sharp teeth to carry back off the boat onto land, pride lingering in the lines of her dark sleek body.
Turning away from the merchant with a wave and a smile, feet meet land again as he starts to head back the way home, the pastries held in his lightning scarred hand, steel eyes following Petronella as she happily waddles the fish back toward home, a happy hunter with her prize.
At least, until the Dad crosses the air, and despite all of the sounds in the Boondocks, the Flood would know that voice anywhere. And it’s with such a shock and surprise that he nearly drops the pastries, fumbling to try and grab it, and in the same span of time the emotions crossed are so strong that Petronella does drop the fish as her head lifts for the source.
And when Sunjata looks up, he sees her, like a brilliant blonde star amongst the darkened sea. There’s so many emotions that burst through his being, so much that it’s incapable to hold onto. But the one that shines out the most on his handsomely scarred face is happiness, while the rest of his neck and shoulders fill out with navy feathers of his surprise. He abandons every plan in mind and his strides are quick and fast as he crosses the distance to his daughter, trying desperately to not get choked up.
She’s older now, which surprises him, but she’s beautiful and radiant and Sunjata could not have imagined a better outcome to see her step down from the stars. “Kamaria,” it’s a whisper in his accent, immediately pulling her in for a hug like he used to, all encompassing, all protection, all love and adoration. Because for all of the faults between him and Safrin, he loves his daughter more than everything else.
And now she’s here. Tangible. No longer does he have to stare at the stars in the hopes she’ll see him back.
“Gods, it’s really you. I missed you, my kleintjie.” He doesn’t want to let go just yet, as if afraid that if he does she’ll vanish once again.
It’s no surprise that it’s Sunjata who does, though.
And so, after a bit of bartering and easy chatting, the Flood has managed to secure the fish for the cub, and he’s nodding to her to tell her that she can collect it. She happily does, plucking it out of the bucket with sharp teeth to carry back off the boat onto land, pride lingering in the lines of her dark sleek body.
Turning away from the merchant with a wave and a smile, feet meet land again as he starts to head back the way home, the pastries held in his lightning scarred hand, steel eyes following Petronella as she happily waddles the fish back toward home, a happy hunter with her prize.
At least, until the Dad crosses the air, and despite all of the sounds in the Boondocks, the Flood would know that voice anywhere. And it’s with such a shock and surprise that he nearly drops the pastries, fumbling to try and grab it, and in the same span of time the emotions crossed are so strong that Petronella does drop the fish as her head lifts for the source.
And when Sunjata looks up, he sees her, like a brilliant blonde star amongst the darkened sea. There’s so many emotions that burst through his being, so much that it’s incapable to hold onto. But the one that shines out the most on his handsomely scarred face is happiness, while the rest of his neck and shoulders fill out with navy feathers of his surprise. He abandons every plan in mind and his strides are quick and fast as he crosses the distance to his daughter, trying desperately to not get choked up.
She’s older now, which surprises him, but she’s beautiful and radiant and Sunjata could not have imagined a better outcome to see her step down from the stars. “Kamaria,” it’s a whisper in his accent, immediately pulling her in for a hug like he used to, all encompassing, all protection, all love and adoration. Because for all of the faults between him and Safrin, he loves his daughter more than everything else.
And now she’s here. Tangible. No longer does he have to stare at the stars in the hopes she’ll see him back.
“Gods, it’s really you. I missed you, my kleintjie.” He doesn’t want to let go just yet, as if afraid that if he does she’ll vanish once again.
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.
