// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
“Is it helping?”
He’d not wanted to bother her as he watched her tear apart the river stars. Even if he has every right to be able to swan on in and distract her. He knows her, he loves her enough to know that she needs this. And so it’s the least Sunjata can do, to sit on the sidelines and watch, whether she’s aware of him or not.
She typically is, but her frustration and anger of everything might be clouding her ability to focus, so he’s careful and casual in his approach. He’s felt her claws before. He doesn’t intend on snatching them this time — unless, of course, it meant that she might feel better for the interim, and he can heal himself after.
But sometimes all one needed to do was wage war on whatever inanimate or voidy beast came their way and scream to feel a bit better, and who is Sunjata to deny her that? He’d wanted to do the same for weeks, but he’s had his outs. He’s had his ability to demolish void creatures where they continued to infiltrate.
But the Family was gone and with it, the purpose he’d had. Now it meant that finishing this quest for Frey would be relatively useless (unless they came back for some Frey forsaken reason), but it meant he’d need to start getting a head start on everything else King’s End is lacking.
A problem for later him, though, because right now he feels like she needs him, whether or not she does. Whether or not she’d verbalize it. So he pushes off the tree, arms still folded across his chest as he floods his portion of the bond with nothing but love and adoration for her, for being his guiding compass even if she’d had so much on her plate. A poke and a prod of let me help you loosen the burden intermixed with i love you, you can tell me to fuck off if that’s what you want and I will.
Yet, he finds his way close to her, arms dropping from his chest as he lets his steel gaze take her in - all the beauty, in spite of the shades left behind by the Family - and reminds himself that while the Family had taken so much, he wasn’t going to let them take her from him either.
He’d not wanted to bother her as he watched her tear apart the river stars. Even if he has every right to be able to swan on in and distract her. He knows her, he loves her enough to know that she needs this. And so it’s the least Sunjata can do, to sit on the sidelines and watch, whether she’s aware of him or not.
She typically is, but her frustration and anger of everything might be clouding her ability to focus, so he’s careful and casual in his approach. He’s felt her claws before. He doesn’t intend on snatching them this time — unless, of course, it meant that she might feel better for the interim, and he can heal himself after.
But sometimes all one needed to do was wage war on whatever inanimate or voidy beast came their way and scream to feel a bit better, and who is Sunjata to deny her that? He’d wanted to do the same for weeks, but he’s had his outs. He’s had his ability to demolish void creatures where they continued to infiltrate.
But the Family was gone and with it, the purpose he’d had. Now it meant that finishing this quest for Frey would be relatively useless (unless they came back for some Frey forsaken reason), but it meant he’d need to start getting a head start on everything else King’s End is lacking.
A problem for later him, though, because right now he feels like she needs him, whether or not she does. Whether or not she’d verbalize it. So he pushes off the tree, arms still folded across his chest as he floods his portion of the bond with nothing but love and adoration for her, for being his guiding compass even if she’d had so much on her plate. A poke and a prod of let me help you loosen the burden intermixed with i love you, you can tell me to fuck off if that’s what you want and I will.
Yet, he finds his way close to her, arms dropping from his chest as he lets his steel gaze take her in - all the beauty, in spite of the shades left behind by the Family - and reminds himself that while the Family had taken so much, he wasn’t going to let them take her from him either.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
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.
