// make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
He has given her a door – unknowingly, because he didn’t know that she’d sought out the Family. And it’s that bombshell that awaits in ways that he cannot even fathom the idea that she could do anything wrong. It was always him. He always fucked up, time and time again. So it’s with that stalwart resolution that Sunjata makes his vow, warmth as strong as the summer sun flickering through the bond to have her back, even if this is how they have to handle things for the moment.
And then comes her honesty.
It’s hushed, slow, and the realization slowly starts to curl in like smoke toward an open window. There’s a touch of apprehension there, a low rumble of a sound that’s akin to a nod given that she can’t see him and he can’t see her. But there is the unmistakable tension in his jaw to hear the decision she’d made because he’d justified it from Frey.
Because Frey hadn’t been worried at the time. Concerned only to the point where something went wrong, but that was nature wasn’t it? Evolving?
Ah, and then there’s the infection, the brutal pill to swallow that has him exhaling the held breath slowly, measured, and gods if Sunjata isn’t cunning when he needs to be. If he isn’t strong when he needs to be. His hands lift, shifting so that she can press her back to the back of the couch, hands lifting to cup her cheeks as he pulls away and steels himself. He opens his eyes, finding nothing but her radiating beauty, even if it was sad – yet when he blinks there’s the shadow there he only flinches from with the hitch of his breath. He stares at her, because he has to.
“You only chose to do it because of me, Ru. To be on that same side. And Frey was more concerned I think about seeing what might happen. I… saw them before I came home.” He admits, blinking again and stuttering to see the flicker in her face, but persevering. “And regardless of how you were infected, you were. And you would do anything to protect your children. You thought you were doing the right thing. I understand.” He pauses, thumbs tracing the lines of her cheekbones.
“You don’t have to look at me if you don’t want to. But I’m looking. And I see you, beneath it all. I see your hurt and your love, and given time? I think she’ll understand.” He murmurs softly, stroking her cheeks more, forcing himself to look at her for as long as he can.
And then comes her honesty.
It’s hushed, slow, and the realization slowly starts to curl in like smoke toward an open window. There’s a touch of apprehension there, a low rumble of a sound that’s akin to a nod given that she can’t see him and he can’t see her. But there is the unmistakable tension in his jaw to hear the decision she’d made because he’d justified it from Frey.
Because Frey hadn’t been worried at the time. Concerned only to the point where something went wrong, but that was nature wasn’t it? Evolving?
Ah, and then there’s the infection, the brutal pill to swallow that has him exhaling the held breath slowly, measured, and gods if Sunjata isn’t cunning when he needs to be. If he isn’t strong when he needs to be. His hands lift, shifting so that she can press her back to the back of the couch, hands lifting to cup her cheeks as he pulls away and steels himself. He opens his eyes, finding nothing but her radiating beauty, even if it was sad – yet when he blinks there’s the shadow there he only flinches from with the hitch of his breath. He stares at her, because he has to.
“You only chose to do it because of me, Ru. To be on that same side. And Frey was more concerned I think about seeing what might happen. I… saw them before I came home.” He admits, blinking again and stuttering to see the flicker in her face, but persevering. “And regardless of how you were infected, you were. And you would do anything to protect your children. You thought you were doing the right thing. I understand.” He pauses, thumbs tracing the lines of her cheekbones.
“You don’t have to look at me if you don’t want to. But I’m looking. And I see you, beneath it all. I see your hurt and your love, and given time? I think she’ll understand.” He murmurs softly, stroking her cheeks more, forcing himself to look at her for as long as he can.
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.
