// 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 //
“Exactly.” Sunjata hums as she allows some of her humor to come to the surface. He knows it won’t last. He knows it’s just a feeling to feel for the moment that isn’t her despair. And so as she explains how it’s weird for her, Sunjata can’t help but to nod, exhaling a soft sigh of agreement - because that was how Korofi was, too. One son and one daughter. Procreate for the bloodline, marry them off, die with your riches. Women did what the men said and anything else was treason.
Her arms tighten around him and he listens more, looping his own back around her as he curls into her, offering all of his love and adoration through to her when she shifts to talking through the bond. He nods, his nose brushing against her golden hair before he withdraws so that her soft frown and dual toned eyes, swimming with the dampness of her tears can meet his own steel gaze. Surprisingly soft, storm cloud-less, as he peers back at her.
“So maybe we focus on what you can do for her, rather than everything you can’t. Because it’s always gonna outweigh the things you can.” Because he’d seen it first hand. He’s seen it in himself. The entirety of his battles on Starfall were proof enough. He wasn’t extra strong against the void. His water magic did nothing special. And to top it all off, he took more damage from the void.
But still, he tried, because the things he could do were better to him than doing nothing or striving for more when he wasn’t capable of it in the first place.
But at her complaint, he slants a smile her way - crooked and gentle as some of the light returns to her. “Hey, at least you’re having your identity crisis.” He teases with a soft accented chuckle that breaks into a sigh. “That’s proof you’re doing as good of a job as you can, yeah?” He asks, tilting his head slightly as his fingers drum against her lower back.
Her arms tighten around him and he listens more, looping his own back around her as he curls into her, offering all of his love and adoration through to her when she shifts to talking through the bond. He nods, his nose brushing against her golden hair before he withdraws so that her soft frown and dual toned eyes, swimming with the dampness of her tears can meet his own steel gaze. Surprisingly soft, storm cloud-less, as he peers back at her.
“So maybe we focus on what you can do for her, rather than everything you can’t. Because it’s always gonna outweigh the things you can.” Because he’d seen it first hand. He’s seen it in himself. The entirety of his battles on Starfall were proof enough. He wasn’t extra strong against the void. His water magic did nothing special. And to top it all off, he took more damage from the void.
But still, he tried, because the things he could do were better to him than doing nothing or striving for more when he wasn’t capable of it in the first place.
But at her complaint, he slants a smile her way - crooked and gentle as some of the light returns to her. “Hey, at least you’re having your identity crisis.” He teases with a soft accented chuckle that breaks into a sigh. “That’s proof you’re doing as good of a job as you can, yeah?” He asks, tilting his head slightly as his fingers drum against her lower back.
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.
