// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Yeah… I can kinda relate to that.” He mutters, the inward wince one that has his nose wrinkling slightly, the smattering of freckles on his nose and cheekbones stretching with the movement before he puffs out the sigh and nods. “And I know he isn’t getting the thoughts misconstrued if that’s what you meant when you said it.” He murmurs, because of course what he knows about Jack would ensure that regardless of the words that fell from Flora’s lips, the intention was there, written in her mind for him to pluck out.
But her head nudges against his shoulder and he glances down toward her, an almost sad smile crossing his face. “Well, she stabbed me, so.” He says it like it was nothing different than oh I got the wrong coffee order, before he snorts at the memory and exhales a sigh all the same with her own heavy one – mirroring her lopsided smile as he nods. “My life has very few cheerful moments. If I didn’t talk about ‘em at all, then I’d be some big mystery.” His accent pours over his words with honesty, but playfulness as if he were some mysterious being.
He isn’t these days, but he had been once upon a time. “Yeah,” Trying to be as reassuring as possible, he does feel the way his heart lurches a touch at the thought, even if he knows that at the time it had been the only thing the Valkyrie thought would keep Flora safe. It was the biggest part of Hotaru’s reluctance to reach out to her daughter, just in case she never forgave her for it. “We’re very much not infected anymore, as you’ll see for yourself. So uh… Prepare for that.” The frown that’s briefly there vanishes shortly after – because now the three of them were afflicted with it each time they looked to their loved ones, even if Sunjata had the longest stretch of time to get used to it, it still took him by surprise when he woke up beside her mother in the morning, day after day.
“If you’re worried, though, I’m happy to come with.” Just to alleviate any further fears if there were some.
But her head nudges against his shoulder and he glances down toward her, an almost sad smile crossing his face. “Well, she stabbed me, so.” He says it like it was nothing different than oh I got the wrong coffee order, before he snorts at the memory and exhales a sigh all the same with her own heavy one – mirroring her lopsided smile as he nods. “My life has very few cheerful moments. If I didn’t talk about ‘em at all, then I’d be some big mystery.” His accent pours over his words with honesty, but playfulness as if he were some mysterious being.
He isn’t these days, but he had been once upon a time. “Yeah,” Trying to be as reassuring as possible, he does feel the way his heart lurches a touch at the thought, even if he knows that at the time it had been the only thing the Valkyrie thought would keep Flora safe. It was the biggest part of Hotaru’s reluctance to reach out to her daughter, just in case she never forgave her for it. “We’re very much not infected anymore, as you’ll see for yourself. So uh… Prepare for that.” The frown that’s briefly there vanishes shortly after – because now the three of them were afflicted with it each time they looked to their loved ones, even if Sunjata had the longest stretch of time to get used to it, it still took him by surprise when he woke up beside her mother in the morning, day after day.
“If you’re worried, though, I’m happy to come with.” Just to alleviate any further fears if there were some.
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.
