SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
Hart Koning.
His heart drops, his stomach flares, his stalling and slow trek back to King’s End, all for naught with the beautiful hum of her voice, the anchor — was an anchor — to the point where he knows she needs him.
He knows.
Because despite her attempts to not drown him, the Flood drowns. Her emotions flood him, the weight of it all crashing like hurricane waves against the lighthouse he should be for her. The lighthouse he wants to be. And yet, all Sunjata can do is still, to bite down his side of the bond, an awkward silence as he stills for her. Because he can do it, he has to.
He turns toward her, gaze to the ground, heartbeat thundering in his ears and against his throat. His arm opens for her and he swallows down his trepidation as he distinctly doesn’t look at her. It’s easier, right, he can comfort her with his eyes closed. He can do this first, then get distance enough to take her in, to check. But for now he can’t. Won’t. “Ru,” comes his accented voice, a whispered hum as he draws her in— eyes shut tight. “I didn’t catch you before you left.” Before I left. Before I took a swim and now I can’t even consistently look at my own reflection. “I’m sorry.”
His heart drops, his stomach flares, his stalling and slow trek back to King’s End, all for naught with the beautiful hum of her voice, the anchor — was an anchor — to the point where he knows she needs him.
He knows.
Because despite her attempts to not drown him, the Flood drowns. Her emotions flood him, the weight of it all crashing like hurricane waves against the lighthouse he should be for her. The lighthouse he wants to be. And yet, all Sunjata can do is still, to bite down his side of the bond, an awkward silence as he stills for her. Because he can do it, he has to.
He turns toward her, gaze to the ground, heartbeat thundering in his ears and against his throat. His arm opens for her and he swallows down his trepidation as he distinctly doesn’t look at her. It’s easier, right, he can comfort her with his eyes closed. He can do this first, then get distance enough to take her in, to check. But for now he can’t. Won’t. “Ru,” comes his accented voice, a whispered hum as he draws her in— eyes shut tight. “I didn’t catch you before you left.” Before I left. Before I took a swim and now I can’t even consistently look at my own reflection. “I’m sorry.”
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
