relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
It is the intention – as much as Sunjata can glean from the sea panther’s shared emotions and thoughts. He watches as the companion curls up in Hotaru’s lap, little purring sounds that sound more like mewls and quiet roars of comfort as she rolls onto her side to offer her belly up, her blunt horns pressing into the Valkyrie’s blanket on her lap.
“The worst thing you could do is not say anything at all..” He points out softly, hopefully as encouraging as it’s meant to be – the sensation bolstered through the attuned bond in case it’s misconstrued. “Hurts more in the long run to pretend like it never happened.” He knows it isn’t a fair comparison to make – not when he loved her so dearly and knows she did it for the reasons of protecting them in the best way she knew possible at the time – violet hued as it was. But his father had been wonderful at doing egregious things and pretending like it never happened, using that to try and prove that Sunjata was overreacting for his own reactions toward the horrible monster he called a father.
But that was in the past now – and hopefully Shaju’s bones have been ate clean by the creatures at the bottom of the ocean in Torchline.
His lips part to say something else when a knock on the door occurs, and rather than have Hotaru face it, the Flood stands immediately and drifts toward the door, apprehension as always given LongNight, but the voices behind are manic and different, panicked about a body found in the Refuge, something Sunjata knows cannot wait. He glances back toward Hotaru with a frown and an apologetic pulse of I love you, I’ll be back I promise before he snags his coat, scarf, and gloves, and slips into the night to see what all had happened.
- FIN
“The worst thing you could do is not say anything at all..” He points out softly, hopefully as encouraging as it’s meant to be – the sensation bolstered through the attuned bond in case it’s misconstrued. “Hurts more in the long run to pretend like it never happened.” He knows it isn’t a fair comparison to make – not when he loved her so dearly and knows she did it for the reasons of protecting them in the best way she knew possible at the time – violet hued as it was. But his father had been wonderful at doing egregious things and pretending like it never happened, using that to try and prove that Sunjata was overreacting for his own reactions toward the horrible monster he called a father.
But that was in the past now – and hopefully Shaju’s bones have been ate clean by the creatures at the bottom of the ocean in Torchline.
His lips part to say something else when a knock on the door occurs, and rather than have Hotaru face it, the Flood stands immediately and drifts toward the door, apprehension as always given LongNight, but the voices behind are manic and different, panicked about a body found in the Refuge, something Sunjata knows cannot wait. He glances back toward Hotaru with a frown and an apologetic pulse of I love you, I’ll be back I promise before he snags his coat, scarf, and gloves, and slips into the night to see what all had happened.
- FIN
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
