SUNJATA
look who's digging their own grave
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
this is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death
What did he do? A lot of nothing. A lot of wasting away until his shifts forced him to eat. A lot of avoiding seeking Frey out because he didn’t want to see the reminder of Nate in their face. A lot of feeling adrift and broken and lost. “My bargain with Safrin was null that day when Nate became the Voice’s demigod.” He says simply, like he’s tired, like everything he’d done that day hadn’t even mattered in the grand scheme. And he’d loved his daughter, had taken as good of care of her as he could, without Safrin’s poison invading her mind. “And Ria comes and goes as she pleases from the stars, it seems like.” He’d seen her a few seasons ago before she’d slipped back to her mother’s domain – or so he hopes, at least.
But the question of what drove him to take that step and do the things he couldn’t before? Well, that’s certainly a question. “Frey, mostly. And Isla at the time.” He offers with a small shrug, the muscles feathering in his jaw briefly as he contemplates his next words. “I had obligations I couldn’t ignore. Nate and I had saved these twins we were raising at the time and I had to be there for them, at least to help them find a comfortable place in King’s End where they wouldn’t have to deal with me being.. well, me.” The family had been perfect, and he still visits on occasion, but it had been the only thing that kept him from walking into the ocean the day he’d found out.
Shifting his steel gaze back toward Maea, the quiet sound of his teeth grinding precedes his voice. “Frey gave me a purpose and the tools to get stronger and better. And I did. I opened the House of Midnight with Isla, I was blessed with more mythical shifts and magic. I became strong. And now, the only thing I can do, is to help where I can to write the wrongs of what I did.” A constant atonement, over and over again.
But the question of what drove him to take that step and do the things he couldn’t before? Well, that’s certainly a question. “Frey, mostly. And Isla at the time.” He offers with a small shrug, the muscles feathering in his jaw briefly as he contemplates his next words. “I had obligations I couldn’t ignore. Nate and I had saved these twins we were raising at the time and I had to be there for them, at least to help them find a comfortable place in King’s End where they wouldn’t have to deal with me being.. well, me.” The family had been perfect, and he still visits on occasion, but it had been the only thing that kept him from walking into the ocean the day he’d found out.
Shifting his steel gaze back toward Maea, the quiet sound of his teeth grinding precedes his voice. “Frey gave me a purpose and the tools to get stronger and better. And I did. I opened the House of Midnight with Isla, I was blessed with more mythical shifts and magic. I became strong. And now, the only thing I can do, is to help where I can to write the wrongs of what I did.” A constant atonement, over and over again.
look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
and what will you have left?
and what will you have left?
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.
