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
She doesn’t say yes.
She doesn’t say where she will go.
Just that she’d be with Flora, which, if he didn’t know her as well as he does, he could take it at face value.
Ah, but he does.
And that means that he has no way to know where she will be. “Wait—” But her lips and hands have already offered her parting kiss. She withdraws, and he can’t bring himself to open his eyes and see so many of her eyes staring back at him in pity.
“Wait, Hotaru!” He calls after her, pushing himself, forcing himself to open his steel gaze; and all he sees is a bird flying off in the distance. His bird, infected and in danger, flying to who knows where.
He doesn’t even know how to reach her, or if any letter he sends would even find her.
It’s sorrow and rage that mix into the man that becomes dragon now that he’s lost her, that avoids the rest of the Grounds until he’s landed in the inner quarter, everything else be damned. Letters on his mind that need to be sent that he goes over again and again and again as his only company.
— FIN
She doesn’t say where she will go.
Just that she’d be with Flora, which, if he didn’t know her as well as he does, he could take it at face value.
Ah, but he does.
And that means that he has no way to know where she will be. “Wait—” But her lips and hands have already offered her parting kiss. She withdraws, and he can’t bring himself to open his eyes and see so many of her eyes staring back at him in pity.
“Wait, Hotaru!” He calls after her, pushing himself, forcing himself to open his steel gaze; and all he sees is a bird flying off in the distance. His bird, infected and in danger, flying to who knows where.
He doesn’t even know how to reach her, or if any letter he sends would even find her.
It’s sorrow and rage that mix into the man that becomes dragon now that he’s lost her, that avoids the rest of the Grounds until he’s landed in the inner quarter, everything else be damned. Letters on his mind that need to be sent that he goes over again and again and again as his only company.
— FIN
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.
