darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
“I might just die. Or live in blankets for the rest of the year.” Sunjata says playfully, humming an accented laugh before he wrinkles his nose to truly sell the point of how much he hated snow. Luckily, she already knew, as did many people both in attendance and not. At least the conversation distracts her enough to not notice the oddities to begin with.
Focused so intensely on the Valkyrie and ensuring that she took in everything revealed to her precisely as she should, the Flood doesn’t really notice the multitudes of those invited already within, drinks in hand and quiet conversations. Though he should have guessed that Hotaru would – especially when the unfamiliar voice of Enzo distracts her. It’s something he didn’t account for – after all, Enzo had been the one that Sunjata unfortunately hadn’t met, unless one counts before being born.
Either way, her head snaps toward the sound and the ball is suddenly rolling quite fast and it really doesn’t help to have the glitchy fireworks of Hotaru’s side of the bond so vibrant that he, for once, stumbles over the things he intends on saying (things he’d planned on saying for months now). “Happy birthday, liefde.” He murmurs softly, squeezing her gently against his side.
“There is something else, though.” He bounces a brow and continues to try and keep his side of the attuned bond restrained, quiet and muted to let her fireworks be the show. He really isn’t trying to prolong it out in anticipation – after all, it wasn’t just a birthday party even if that was partially the guise and the reason he’d wanted to do it this season, and he might as well get the cat out of the bag so it didn’t loom over the rest of the party, trying to find a perfect interjection.
Moving slightly to where he blocks her view of everyone gathered – mostly where her eyes were previously trained on Flora and Enzo, the Flood doesn’t block the view for long. He drops to a knee, letting his steel gaze peer up at her, feathers of dark navy fill out around his neck from nervousness that surprises even himself. “Hotaru,” clearing his throat, the Flood keeps her hand in his even as his other slips into a pocket to retrieve a jewelry box. “You and I have been through so much over the years, ever since that day we met in the basement of the Advocates so long ago. We’ve had lots of lows and lots of highs, but I think we’ve managed to figure it out.” It’s an understatement, but true, nonetheless. “You make me a better person. We both know how shitty I am with my words, but you know exactly what I’m trying to say whenever I’m struggling to say it. I have always loved you, even when it wasn’t at the forefront of my actions or my mind. But I want to change that. Just like how we had planned so long ago with Nate.” Only this time it would be just them and their memories, however heartbreaking or beautiful that ended up being depending on the day and season.
Taking a deep breath and flashing a vibrant smile, Sunjata pops open the box and reveals two rings – one she would recognize, a matching one to the one that had been made to match his and Nate’s from when they’d asked her to marry them the first time. The second, a beautiful gold band, adorned with a good sized diamond, flanked by emerald on one side and light blue topazes on the other. “So I’m asking again, liefde. Will you marry me?”
Focused so intensely on the Valkyrie and ensuring that she took in everything revealed to her precisely as she should, the Flood doesn’t really notice the multitudes of those invited already within, drinks in hand and quiet conversations. Though he should have guessed that Hotaru would – especially when the unfamiliar voice of Enzo distracts her. It’s something he didn’t account for – after all, Enzo had been the one that Sunjata unfortunately hadn’t met, unless one counts before being born.
Either way, her head snaps toward the sound and the ball is suddenly rolling quite fast and it really doesn’t help to have the glitchy fireworks of Hotaru’s side of the bond so vibrant that he, for once, stumbles over the things he intends on saying (things he’d planned on saying for months now). “Happy birthday, liefde.” He murmurs softly, squeezing her gently against his side.
“There is something else, though.” He bounces a brow and continues to try and keep his side of the attuned bond restrained, quiet and muted to let her fireworks be the show. He really isn’t trying to prolong it out in anticipation – after all, it wasn’t just a birthday party even if that was partially the guise and the reason he’d wanted to do it this season, and he might as well get the cat out of the bag so it didn’t loom over the rest of the party, trying to find a perfect interjection.
Moving slightly to where he blocks her view of everyone gathered – mostly where her eyes were previously trained on Flora and Enzo, the Flood doesn’t block the view for long. He drops to a knee, letting his steel gaze peer up at her, feathers of dark navy fill out around his neck from nervousness that surprises even himself. “Hotaru,” clearing his throat, the Flood keeps her hand in his even as his other slips into a pocket to retrieve a jewelry box. “You and I have been through so much over the years, ever since that day we met in the basement of the Advocates so long ago. We’ve had lots of lows and lots of highs, but I think we’ve managed to figure it out.” It’s an understatement, but true, nonetheless. “You make me a better person. We both know how shitty I am with my words, but you know exactly what I’m trying to say whenever I’m struggling to say it. I have always loved you, even when it wasn’t at the forefront of my actions or my mind. But I want to change that. Just like how we had planned so long ago with Nate.” Only this time it would be just them and their memories, however heartbreaking or beautiful that ended up being depending on the day and season.
Taking a deep breath and flashing a vibrant smile, Sunjata pops open the box and reveals two rings – one she would recognize, a matching one to the one that had been made to match his and Nate’s from when they’d asked her to marry them the first time. The second, a beautiful gold band, adorned with a good sized diamond, flanked by emerald on one side and light blue topazes on the other. “So I’m asking again, liefde. Will you marry me?”
and I think I love you
SUNJATA
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.
