// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
With news of the spread in Torchline and the announcement from Hotaru that she’d be arriving home before he has a chance to make it to Halo – there’s a small amount of relief in the fact he won’t have to stumble across the tundra in all of its terrible glory. There’s also the relief that Hotaru was healed before it had been enough of a problem for the Family to get involved. But it was also uncomfortable to know recall the way Vox’s voice had slithered into his mind, pronouncing his and Hotaru’s name as if they had been grand prizes, grand boons for the Family.
And he also knows that his region now knows it – not that he was intending on keeping it a secret, of course.
But he’s back home – in his region. And while he’d always left the gods alone for his internal problems, a part of him craves seeing Frey. To feel that belonging again. And so, it’s likely a first, but before the Flood even has a chance to stop by his home and to see Hotaru (anxiety spilling in his gut at just the thought of the reunion), he stops here first. Selfishly so.
“Frey.. I don’t usually call upon you unless it’s absolutely necessary, but.” His nose wrinkles and he heaves a soft sigh, kneeling in the snow at the shrine and watching the flame dance and burn away the surrounding cold, the light reflecting off the offerings brought – a few peaches purchased in Torchline before his return just for the occasion, a bunch of grapes, and a unique addition of pomegranates, given the season – Sunjata tilts his attention to the windchimes fluttering in the chilled breeze. “Do you have a second to just talk? If that’s okay?” He wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t show for such a ridiculous reason – but it’s the only thing he can think of to do to try and get his head on right.
He's theirs at the end of the day.
And he also knows that his region now knows it – not that he was intending on keeping it a secret, of course.
But he’s back home – in his region. And while he’d always left the gods alone for his internal problems, a part of him craves seeing Frey. To feel that belonging again. And so, it’s likely a first, but before the Flood even has a chance to stop by his home and to see Hotaru (anxiety spilling in his gut at just the thought of the reunion), he stops here first. Selfishly so.
“Frey.. I don’t usually call upon you unless it’s absolutely necessary, but.” His nose wrinkles and he heaves a soft sigh, kneeling in the snow at the shrine and watching the flame dance and burn away the surrounding cold, the light reflecting off the offerings brought – a few peaches purchased in Torchline before his return just for the occasion, a bunch of grapes, and a unique addition of pomegranates, given the season – Sunjata tilts his attention to the windchimes fluttering in the chilled breeze. “Do you have a second to just talk? If that’s okay?” He wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t show for such a ridiculous reason – but it’s the only thing he can think of to do to try and get his head on right.
He's theirs at the end of the day.
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.
