// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
If there was anyone who did understand, Sunjata’s selfishly glad that he’s the one. But as it shifts to the announcement that Hotaru had stabbed him, the hurt of the moment is glossed over by the low rumble of his laugh as he nods and inclines his head. “Yeah, pretty shit timing though. I had a new tattoo from Safrin and it moved to heal me right after.. so y’know, I’m sure you can imagine how that went.” He mutters, snorting a little under his breath.
As for the rest of the news, he’d been unaware of the triplets let alone another. And it’s the shock of that which has him unable to stop the flash of lightning through his scars as he looks back to her, steel gaze encased in surprise — and perhaps a touch concern. “Four..? What the fuck?” His tone is wrapped with apology, the tightening of his jaw because he’s fairly confident if he tried anything like that he’d have been murdered over and over again.
He wonders how worth it, it was. Something to think about later, he supposes. As for the rest of it, Sunjata softens immediately at the mention of going to see Hotaru with her, nodding with a small frown. “She didn’t take you dying well.. we both didn’t, and part of it was my fault for being unable to stay with her after she found out because I was healed and she.. wasn’t.” He squeezes her shoulders a little before releasing her. “So it was a shitty situation all around and I’m sorry I didn’t do more.” He doesn’t know if it would help, but, now that they’ve all been infected, there’s a hint of empathy in there from each party.
As for the rest of the news, he’d been unaware of the triplets let alone another. And it’s the shock of that which has him unable to stop the flash of lightning through his scars as he looks back to her, steel gaze encased in surprise — and perhaps a touch concern. “Four..? What the fuck?” His tone is wrapped with apology, the tightening of his jaw because he’s fairly confident if he tried anything like that he’d have been murdered over and over again.
He wonders how worth it, it was. Something to think about later, he supposes. As for the rest of it, Sunjata softens immediately at the mention of going to see Hotaru with her, nodding with a small frown. “She didn’t take you dying well.. we both didn’t, and part of it was my fault for being unable to stay with her after she found out because I was healed and she.. wasn’t.” He squeezes her shoulders a little before releasing her. “So it was a shitty situation all around and I’m sorry I didn’t do more.” He doesn’t know if it would help, but, now that they’ve all been infected, there’s a hint of empathy in there from each party.
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.
