// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
Easy silence, whether or not Sunjata knows Sohalia has heard him is another story with how quiet she’s become. He won’t press the issue, though, just in case she really doesn’t want to talk. Instead, he’s quiet and offers his own order out for the waiter before Sohalia does her own and he finds his gaze drifting out the window alongside hers before she begins to speak, almost taking him by surprise. And it takes a great deal of getting his emotions in order to not let his scars flash with light at the surprise of it.
His attention flits back to her, head tilting slightly as she begins to explain, nodding along and remaining silent until she’s done, giving her the chance to get it off her chest. And honestly? By the end of it? Sunjata finds himself frowning – because gods if he didn’t have times where he thought the same too. “In my experience, no.. It probably wouldn’t have.” He’d lost not only one, but two friends on a fateful journey here in Halo to take on a white dragon. And nothing they did would have changed that, lest he pick something else to chase after. It’s a regret he harbors still, swallowing down those thoughts before he continues. “Things might not have changed.. and then instead of Zavien it would’ve been the both of you. And I only had one feather, so… I would’ve had to have made a choice I’m really happy I didn’t have to.” Whether to save her or Zavien, and given the hypothetical? He doesn’t know what he would have done.
Either decision would’ve torn him up, though.
“I think it’s probably common knowledge now, but, during the last war I was on the Ascended’s side. I chose to be neutral, to make the refuge a safe haven to avoid the war.” He pauses, jaw feathering for a moment. “My husband was one of the Voice’s demigods. And I wasn’t there to fight in the Draig with everyone and he died.. and sometimes I think about what it could’ve been like had I fought for him. And it’s been years but I don’t think anything would’ve changed. I think.. instead of hearing about it, I would’ve had to see it.” He frowns and leans in toward her a little over the table as his accented voice drops. “And between us? I don’t think I would’ve been able to survive that.” He pauses, withdrawing a little to gaze back out the window. “I avoided Frey for months and when I could finally go to them without feeling as terrible as I had, I couldn’t be in their presence without a blindfold.” Because all he saw was Nate. All he saw was his soul mate he’d never get to see again. But he shakes his head and takes a slow inhale before he glances back to her. “There’s a lot of times in my life I shouldn’t have survived. But I did. And I think, despite all the suffering, it’s probably because there’s a… greater purpose, or something. And at the end of the day I have Frey. I’m theirs. They’re mine. And I survive and live for them.” His lightning scarred hand lifts, waving around in a small gesture while he speaks, but a dead indicator of another time he should’ve died.
He quiets down, letting his steel gaze flit back toward her as he tilts his head, his freckles quite faint on his face but his jaw is set, tightening the scar that bisects his cheek.
His attention flits back to her, head tilting slightly as she begins to explain, nodding along and remaining silent until she’s done, giving her the chance to get it off her chest. And honestly? By the end of it? Sunjata finds himself frowning – because gods if he didn’t have times where he thought the same too. “In my experience, no.. It probably wouldn’t have.” He’d lost not only one, but two friends on a fateful journey here in Halo to take on a white dragon. And nothing they did would have changed that, lest he pick something else to chase after. It’s a regret he harbors still, swallowing down those thoughts before he continues. “Things might not have changed.. and then instead of Zavien it would’ve been the both of you. And I only had one feather, so… I would’ve had to have made a choice I’m really happy I didn’t have to.” Whether to save her or Zavien, and given the hypothetical? He doesn’t know what he would have done.
Either decision would’ve torn him up, though.
“I think it’s probably common knowledge now, but, during the last war I was on the Ascended’s side. I chose to be neutral, to make the refuge a safe haven to avoid the war.” He pauses, jaw feathering for a moment. “My husband was one of the Voice’s demigods. And I wasn’t there to fight in the Draig with everyone and he died.. and sometimes I think about what it could’ve been like had I fought for him. And it’s been years but I don’t think anything would’ve changed. I think.. instead of hearing about it, I would’ve had to see it.” He frowns and leans in toward her a little over the table as his accented voice drops. “And between us? I don’t think I would’ve been able to survive that.” He pauses, withdrawing a little to gaze back out the window. “I avoided Frey for months and when I could finally go to them without feeling as terrible as I had, I couldn’t be in their presence without a blindfold.” Because all he saw was Nate. All he saw was his soul mate he’d never get to see again. But he shakes his head and takes a slow inhale before he glances back to her. “There’s a lot of times in my life I shouldn’t have survived. But I did. And I think, despite all the suffering, it’s probably because there’s a… greater purpose, or something. And at the end of the day I have Frey. I’m theirs. They’re mine. And I survive and live for them.” His lightning scarred hand lifts, waving around in a small gesture while he speaks, but a dead indicator of another time he should’ve died.
He quiets down, letting his steel gaze flit back toward her as he tilts his head, his freckles quite faint on his face but his jaw is set, tightening the scar that bisects his cheek.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
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.
