SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
They had made strides together on their cooking, though she’d always been better than he had been. And he doesn’t even have the excuse of being Ascended to not particularly care all that much on how things tasted (or having to eat anyway). “Pretty sure. Though I don’t have a time frame I waited to see.” He admits a little gruffly, huffing a soft laugh as he does take over the dough to start crumbling it onto the mixture, ensuring to cover each delicious and beautiful bump of blackberry sweetness sat in the dish.
She is doing well, though, and his relationship with her has gotten better – another string of pride he’s harbored. Though he hasn’t seen her since he’d been cleansed, and with it the fact that he’d been so against going to the hotsprings before hand had certainly put a damper on things. Not enough, though, because perhaps his attempts in being honest and open with his niece to cling onto some amount of family left had been working out. Even if the honesty wasn’t something he was proud or happy about.
He snorts his agreement to her concession, though, because he does strike quite a shadow (not that he could often tell with how much he preferred to face the sun). Today, though, there’s a damper in when he asks about Everest. Because while he’s happy for her – so fucking happy, after everything he’d done to her – he’s worried about her too. He can tell that she isn’t infected, though, which is thankfully a boon. “I’m happy for you Isla. Really.” He says, moving to wash his hands and collect his mug of coffee as she places the cobbler into the oven, nudging her with his elbow when she straightens lightly so he can catch her attention. “I, uhm.. So the reason I wanted to talk to you face to face is… I think…” He swallows, looking away from her because he still can’t meet someone’s eyes when he tells them news that likely wouldn’t be well received. “He’s.. infected by the void. And… I think maybe you could try to convince him to get healed?” There’s a shadow that creeps into his steel gaze as he forces himself to look back at her as he continues to cradle the mug, seeming surprisingly small for all the gauntness to his features in how he hasn’t slept that great aside from a couple of days here and there where he didn’t have to worry about the creatures.
She is doing well, though, and his relationship with her has gotten better – another string of pride he’s harbored. Though he hasn’t seen her since he’d been cleansed, and with it the fact that he’d been so against going to the hotsprings before hand had certainly put a damper on things. Not enough, though, because perhaps his attempts in being honest and open with his niece to cling onto some amount of family left had been working out. Even if the honesty wasn’t something he was proud or happy about.
He snorts his agreement to her concession, though, because he does strike quite a shadow (not that he could often tell with how much he preferred to face the sun). Today, though, there’s a damper in when he asks about Everest. Because while he’s happy for her – so fucking happy, after everything he’d done to her – he’s worried about her too. He can tell that she isn’t infected, though, which is thankfully a boon. “I’m happy for you Isla. Really.” He says, moving to wash his hands and collect his mug of coffee as she places the cobbler into the oven, nudging her with his elbow when she straightens lightly so he can catch her attention. “I, uhm.. So the reason I wanted to talk to you face to face is… I think…” He swallows, looking away from her because he still can’t meet someone’s eyes when he tells them news that likely wouldn’t be well received. “He’s.. infected by the void. And… I think maybe you could try to convince him to get healed?” There’s a shadow that creeps into his steel gaze as he forces himself to look back at her as he continues to cradle the mug, seeming surprisingly small for all the gauntness to his features in how he hasn’t slept that great aside from a couple of days here and there where he didn’t have to worry about the creatures.
you shut your eyes to pain
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
boy then just lock the fuckin' door
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.
