SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
So feeble, so small beneath his hands, there’s the urge there to abandon everything and simply take her out permanently. To let his water run through her until she can’t breathe, choking and drowning on something that often gave life. But he doesn’t, even if his fingers twitch against where he holds Dahlia confined, jaw grit tight as he looks to Ronin with gratitude, as his hEARs pick up the low thready whisper from Flora.
“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” He murmurs without a second of hesitation, shifting to hand Dahlia off to Ronin, looking back to Remi with the same set to his jaw - the tension that grits against his temples and his jaw. She was alive, she would be fine, and he didn’t have to deal with a repeat performance of things so long in the past.
Finally, that bloated breath that’s been stuck in his throat like taffy loosens, exhales in a sigh and a small smile offered - as much as they can muster up with the adrenaline that blooms. “She will. And we do. We always do for you guys.” He says softly - uncaring who he had to kick out in order to make sure that they’d have a comfortable space.
Hell, he’d offer his own home if it weren’t for the fact that the House of Midnight would at least allow to make a comfortable space for Flora to wake up in. And as Remi rises, Sunjata’s wings flare out, too, offering a dark black, leathered and scarred shield against Remi’s back as he focuses on ensuring Flora is shielded. “We can get whatever you need.” He murmurs softly as they start to walk toward the House of Midnight, a wagon on the outskirts awaiting them.
And its with a soft nod back to Ronin, a promise that they’d be well taken care of.
- FIN
“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” He murmurs without a second of hesitation, shifting to hand Dahlia off to Ronin, looking back to Remi with the same set to his jaw - the tension that grits against his temples and his jaw. She was alive, she would be fine, and he didn’t have to deal with a repeat performance of things so long in the past.
Finally, that bloated breath that’s been stuck in his throat like taffy loosens, exhales in a sigh and a small smile offered - as much as they can muster up with the adrenaline that blooms. “She will. And we do. We always do for you guys.” He says softly - uncaring who he had to kick out in order to make sure that they’d have a comfortable space.
Hell, he’d offer his own home if it weren’t for the fact that the House of Midnight would at least allow to make a comfortable space for Flora to wake up in. And as Remi rises, Sunjata’s wings flare out, too, offering a dark black, leathered and scarred shield against Remi’s back as he focuses on ensuring Flora is shielded. “We can get whatever you need.” He murmurs softly as they start to walk toward the House of Midnight, a wagon on the outskirts awaiting them.
And its with a soft nod back to Ronin, a promise that they’d be well taken care of.
- FIN
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
