// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Something warm it is. The bartender arrives and Sunjata asks for hot spiced cider, a couple mugs of coffee, and a bottle that would go with either one — content to let the bartender pick. Letting him leave, his attention returns to Flora, listening as her tone changes against the backdrop of crackling flames and idle quiet chatter amongst this portion of the House of Midnight.
He sees in his depth perception as her shoulders sag and he regrets sitting so far from her. While he wasn’t her father, he was protective by extension of Hotaru, and just how much he found he cared about her well being in that somewhat fatherly role, anyway. So she speaks, and he dutifully listens, taking a moment after the explanation of everything to go and sit beside her, lifting his arm to wrap around her slim shoulders to tug her in, offering all of the comfort he could even if he couldn’t help what scent his passive magic would guide her to scenting.
“I did hear, yeah.” He says quietly, reserving judgement for only himself, because she didn’t need to see it right now when she looked like she was a fragile piece of glass to be carefully handled lest she break further. “And sometimes we can’t control how our actions are gonna affect others.” He frowns here, recalling his own numerous mistakes. “Sometimes our best intentions aren’t seen like that. I mean.. I had the best intentions in mind when I went to see Safrin about protecting Nate from the Ascended war, which is how Kamaria was born.”
Tilting his head to look down at her sadly, he blinks through the flicker of eyes and melting skin that courses across her visage before Sunjata continues. “But, I didn’t talk to anyone about it. I just did it. And not only Nate left me for a while because of it, but your mother did too. And her and I didn’t speak again for like a year after that.” Sighing a little heavily, he gives her shoulders a light squeeze. “And all I could say was that I did it for them because I thought it was the best choice, but I couldn’t control how they took it. Or all the time it took them to understand it on their own.” Even if it didn’t really fully click. “But that doesn’t make it any less hard, as I’m sure you’re finding out. It’s shitty, and I’m sorry you’ve gotta deal with it too.” The drinks arrive at the table and he releases her so she can take her pick, while he collects one of the mugs of hot coffee, sweetened with sugar and a splash of milk.
He sees in his depth perception as her shoulders sag and he regrets sitting so far from her. While he wasn’t her father, he was protective by extension of Hotaru, and just how much he found he cared about her well being in that somewhat fatherly role, anyway. So she speaks, and he dutifully listens, taking a moment after the explanation of everything to go and sit beside her, lifting his arm to wrap around her slim shoulders to tug her in, offering all of the comfort he could even if he couldn’t help what scent his passive magic would guide her to scenting.
“I did hear, yeah.” He says quietly, reserving judgement for only himself, because she didn’t need to see it right now when she looked like she was a fragile piece of glass to be carefully handled lest she break further. “And sometimes we can’t control how our actions are gonna affect others.” He frowns here, recalling his own numerous mistakes. “Sometimes our best intentions aren’t seen like that. I mean.. I had the best intentions in mind when I went to see Safrin about protecting Nate from the Ascended war, which is how Kamaria was born.”
Tilting his head to look down at her sadly, he blinks through the flicker of eyes and melting skin that courses across her visage before Sunjata continues. “But, I didn’t talk to anyone about it. I just did it. And not only Nate left me for a while because of it, but your mother did too. And her and I didn’t speak again for like a year after that.” Sighing a little heavily, he gives her shoulders a light squeeze. “And all I could say was that I did it for them because I thought it was the best choice, but I couldn’t control how they took it. Or all the time it took them to understand it on their own.” Even if it didn’t really fully click. “But that doesn’t make it any less hard, as I’m sure you’re finding out. It’s shitty, and I’m sorry you’ve gotta deal with it too.” The drinks arrive at the table and he releases her so she can take her pick, while he collects one of the mugs of hot coffee, sweetened with sugar and a splash of milk.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
