// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Snorting, the Flood does find it easier to laugh about the moment these days than he had thinking about it previously. So he inclines his head with a low hum of a sigh. “I think the only thing that kept her from doing it again was Nate.” Because he couldn’t very well explain himself if he was dead, right? At least that’s what Sunjata thinks.
But all humor fades for the realization and her quiet voice, the understanding that Jack had done it as favors. Which.. Sunjata had too, but somehow it felt different. It isn’t until she mentions the void warding necklace, or something, that Sunjata feels the weight of the charm against his broad, tattooed chest. “Shit. That’s… A lot.” He murmurs with a touch of sorrow for her – because he’d probably lose his shit. And he partially wonders why she hasn’t completely lost her mind from that either.
Maybe the circumstances were different.
She leans into his shoulder as his apology comes, though, in regards to her mother and the Flood nods – returning to wrapping his arm around her shoulders to offer what warmth and comfort he can to Torchline’s Queen. “Eh, I’d say it’s the Family’s. Fuckin’ assholes that they are.” His accent slips through a little thicker here, paired with the sensation of a heavy sigh with how his chest flexes with the inhale. “Well.. I know it doesn’t have the protection you’re probably looking for, but you do know that there’s a place for you here if you ever need to get away for some time.” Whether it’s a night or a week, Sunjata would make sure she had whatever she needed.
Times were hard, after all.
But all humor fades for the realization and her quiet voice, the understanding that Jack had done it as favors. Which.. Sunjata had too, but somehow it felt different. It isn’t until she mentions the void warding necklace, or something, that Sunjata feels the weight of the charm against his broad, tattooed chest. “Shit. That’s… A lot.” He murmurs with a touch of sorrow for her – because he’d probably lose his shit. And he partially wonders why she hasn’t completely lost her mind from that either.
Maybe the circumstances were different.
She leans into his shoulder as his apology comes, though, in regards to her mother and the Flood nods – returning to wrapping his arm around her shoulders to offer what warmth and comfort he can to Torchline’s Queen. “Eh, I’d say it’s the Family’s. Fuckin’ assholes that they are.” His accent slips through a little thicker here, paired with the sensation of a heavy sigh with how his chest flexes with the inhale. “Well.. I know it doesn’t have the protection you’re probably looking for, but you do know that there’s a place for you here if you ever need to get away for some time.” Whether it’s a night or a week, Sunjata would make sure she had whatever she needed.
Times were hard, after all.
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.
