// 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 //
“Yes.” Sunjata says with enough fervor and honesty it almost hurts. A blade held limply along the balancing act that was wishing to be everything all at once when none of them were capable. But he lets her work it out, even as her grip grows tighter and she wars with the feelings. His arms unfold from around her in order for her to take his hands, his thumbs stroking along her own as he scans her face.
He doesn’t interrupt her, if anything Sunjata lets her work it out vocally, choosing tow air until she’s finished before he offers his two cents — part of what they’d been working on over these years. Listening before acting. And gods, he was trying so hard to do it and do it well.
Ah, but then she sees it there — the perfectionism she’s striving for when none of them would ever reach that point. He loosens one hand from hers to tangle in her blonde, muted sunlight hair as he keeps her pressed against his sternum with a gentle touch. “No one’s perfect, liefde.” He starts off by saying, pulsing through the attuned bond the hope that despite it being the case, it was still worth striving for.
“The way you love her and the way she loves you is different from how she loves Remi or Ronin or even me. You’re her mom, Ru. And while we know my dad was shitty, it was my mother that was soft and gentle and everything my father wasn’t. She taught me to strive for more, to want to change things. And I did.” Even if it caused more pain and destruction in the long run. The only one who cared for him enough to take the stand was his mother.
“She didn’t save me from when he’d beat me. She didn’t save me when Shaju threw me into the water for my swim test and I nearly drowned. And even though we had all these rules and everything about not loving your kid ’til they passed their tests so you didn’t get attached, she loved me every second I can remember. Even until her last breath. She made me who I am, without a blade in her hand to protect me.” He leans down a touch to press a kiss to her crown, dragging his fingers through her hair to the nape of her neck. “So no. You won’t be perfect. But you’re her mom. And you’re soft and protective and you love her and she can come to you for advice that no one else can give her. And that can be enough.” And that should be enough.
It was enough for him.
He doesn’t interrupt her, if anything Sunjata lets her work it out vocally, choosing tow air until she’s finished before he offers his two cents — part of what they’d been working on over these years. Listening before acting. And gods, he was trying so hard to do it and do it well.
Ah, but then she sees it there — the perfectionism she’s striving for when none of them would ever reach that point. He loosens one hand from hers to tangle in her blonde, muted sunlight hair as he keeps her pressed against his sternum with a gentle touch. “No one’s perfect, liefde.” He starts off by saying, pulsing through the attuned bond the hope that despite it being the case, it was still worth striving for.
“The way you love her and the way she loves you is different from how she loves Remi or Ronin or even me. You’re her mom, Ru. And while we know my dad was shitty, it was my mother that was soft and gentle and everything my father wasn’t. She taught me to strive for more, to want to change things. And I did.” Even if it caused more pain and destruction in the long run. The only one who cared for him enough to take the stand was his mother.
“She didn’t save me from when he’d beat me. She didn’t save me when Shaju threw me into the water for my swim test and I nearly drowned. And even though we had all these rules and everything about not loving your kid ’til they passed their tests so you didn’t get attached, she loved me every second I can remember. Even until her last breath. She made me who I am, without a blade in her hand to protect me.” He leans down a touch to press a kiss to her crown, dragging his fingers through her hair to the nape of her neck. “So no. You won’t be perfect. But you’re her mom. And you’re soft and protective and you love her and she can come to you for advice that no one else can give her. And that can be enough.” And that should be enough.
It was enough for him.
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.
