SUNJATA
the flood
dreams where you're murdered
boy i know you heard it all before
boy i know you heard it all before
His touch is accepted, at least, and with that little boon, Sunjata steps closer to wind his arm around her shoulders, letting her lean against him as much as he wants to, his posture slumped from exhaustion and wariness as much as weariness has overcome him.
He nods to her explanation, a heavy sigh escaping him as his accented voice adds in. “Yeah… I get that.” He’d been pissed and then terrified when it happened, partially because water did harbor the chance of actually killing him, and partially because the infection was clear from his body. And while it has affected him in quite uncomfortable ways, he wasn’t Everest. He can’t say how the Aviator would respond, but he hurts for her in the not knowing.
“I’m so sorry Isla. I didn’t.. don’t.. want to bear bad news all the time. You know that, right?” Maybe it’s the discomfort of the conversation that brings back the fact that this closeness is still relatively new, after everything that had happened between them.
He nods to her explanation, a heavy sigh escaping him as his accented voice adds in. “Yeah… I get that.” He’d been pissed and then terrified when it happened, partially because water did harbor the chance of actually killing him, and partially because the infection was clear from his body. And while it has affected him in quite uncomfortable ways, he wasn’t Everest. He can’t say how the Aviator would respond, but he hurts for her in the not knowing.
“I’m so sorry Isla. I didn’t.. don’t.. want to bear bad news all the time. You know that, right?” Maybe it’s the discomfort of the conversation that brings back the fact that this closeness is still relatively new, after everything that had happened between them.
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.
