// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
Content to wait while Vai mingles back with the crowd, taking the time to wave to those he knows that are currently indulging in spending time with those long since passed, he mostly keeps to himself. Watching Hotaru step away when she finds a break to talk to Rex, hanging back with Melita for a few moments longer before Vai’s stepping through the crowd to reach him again.
At least by now he’s been able to get his emotions under check, so that when she finds him again, he’s managed to not cry, despite how much he’d wanted to just hours before. “Hey.” He says warmly, flashing her his crooked smile, the very one he’d received she’d helped heal for him despite the water’s salty attempts to keep it gnarled and crooked.
“I’ve got all the time for you.” Sunjata murmurs with confidence, his accent flitting over the words easier now - warmer now, than he had been the last time they’d talked. After Safrin had tried to snuff out his light when he’d pledged himself to Frey.
But gods, that was so long ago. And with the decision of the location made, he sweeps his arm around her back, keeping her at his side as they step over toward the space she’d suggested, hunkering down in the sand beside her as he fights with himself to say anything but the elephant in the room. “I uh… I didn’t know until recently that you’d left… us.” He says, lifting his gaze from the sand to look over at her, the grey of his eyes darkened with the storm clouds of emotions. “I’m sorry.” That he hadn’t known to go to the funeral, that he hadn’t known to make her a lantern, that he hadn’t known so much since the fall that had happened to him in the war, such that he spins the wedding ring on his finger with the anxiety that suddenly spikes within him.
At least by now he’s been able to get his emotions under check, so that when she finds him again, he’s managed to not cry, despite how much he’d wanted to just hours before. “Hey.” He says warmly, flashing her his crooked smile, the very one he’d received she’d helped heal for him despite the water’s salty attempts to keep it gnarled and crooked.
“I’ve got all the time for you.” Sunjata murmurs with confidence, his accent flitting over the words easier now - warmer now, than he had been the last time they’d talked. After Safrin had tried to snuff out his light when he’d pledged himself to Frey.
But gods, that was so long ago. And with the decision of the location made, he sweeps his arm around her back, keeping her at his side as they step over toward the space she’d suggested, hunkering down in the sand beside her as he fights with himself to say anything but the elephant in the room. “I uh… I didn’t know until recently that you’d left… us.” He says, lifting his gaze from the sand to look over at her, the grey of his eyes darkened with the storm clouds of emotions. “I’m sorry.” That he hadn’t known to go to the funeral, that he hadn’t known to make her a lantern, that he hadn’t known so much since the fall that had happened to him in the war, such that he spins the wedding ring on his finger with the anxiety that suddenly spikes within him.
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
SUNJATA
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.
