SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He expects her fiery response, the way her body language changes, but rather than shy away from it as he always had previously – he meets her with the calmness of the magic under his skin. The water to her fire. “I get that.” He says easily, because if anyone gets it he does. He’d been fucked with by the Family more than enough times to count, but the timing of it…?
He shakes his head, huffing out a soft little sigh before fingers flit through greying hair. “But it didn’t have to be right that second. And with the Family, as shitty as they are, you can’t just gut respond to them. They’re meticulous. They’re focused. They’re in for the long game and if we keep killing ourselves in small batches, we’re not gonna get anywhere anyway.” He tries to explain the best he can – but they both know he’s shit with words, but gods if he isn’t trying his hardest right now.
“Dahlia threatened Remi and Ronin. They can’t participate in anything against the Family now. And I used my last feather, so. We have to think about these things before we do them. This whole impulsive shit isn’t going to help us and we’re running out of chances to bring people back.” His steel gaze is unwavering as he focuses on his niece, trying to get the point across in an easier way and less like a disappointed father, but the two overlap despite his attempts.
He shakes his head, huffing out a soft little sigh before fingers flit through greying hair. “But it didn’t have to be right that second. And with the Family, as shitty as they are, you can’t just gut respond to them. They’re meticulous. They’re focused. They’re in for the long game and if we keep killing ourselves in small batches, we’re not gonna get anywhere anyway.” He tries to explain the best he can – but they both know he’s shit with words, but gods if he isn’t trying his hardest right now.
“Dahlia threatened Remi and Ronin. They can’t participate in anything against the Family now. And I used my last feather, so. We have to think about these things before we do them. This whole impulsive shit isn’t going to help us and we’re running out of chances to bring people back.” His steel gaze is unwavering as he focuses on his niece, trying to get the point across in an easier way and less like a disappointed father, but the two overlap despite his attempts.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
