// placing a smile at the perfect event //
The offer is immensely appreciated – even if there’s nothing neither of them can do. As such, the Flood flashes her a small kind of somber smile before he shakes his head and sighs a little. “Nah, I don’t think there’s anything any of us can do.” And he certainly isn’t going to ask her to guide more traffic to the House of Midnight just so he has a distraction. So he settles, focusing on the mention of Melita and the realization they’d channeled her twice.
Not only was it the nap, but there was the immediate return channel that Sunjata’s brows lift and a small huff of a laugh leaves him, shaking his head again. “Not the whiplash, too.” He complains, making sure that he does check in with her. He can’t imagine how awful it was. “Glad she was okay, though.” Even if he’s pretty sure he would have thrown up had it been done to him back to back.
Those thoughts die quickly, though, as she explains and he turns his attention away from the wall to Flora, wrapping an arm around her to pull her in close against his chest, letting her get out any lingering emotions that she’s kept buried deep, being an anchor amongst the uncertain and unsteady waves.
“I’m sure.” He says with a small frown, pressing his scarred cheek in against the queen’s crown. “Right choices can hurt, but I think it’s more of a… Take the hurt now or take a prolonged hurt for choosing the wrong choice.” Were the smaller hurts over a span of time better or worse than the pain she’d endured for making her choice? “I hurt just as much when Haai was killed as I was when I lost Nate. It’s a lot of the reason I didn’t seek your mother out for the longest time because I wasn’t sure I could handle it again.” And maybe it helps or maybe it doesn’t, but a certain amount of hurt had burrowed its way into his soul and regardless of the things he tried to fill it with, if you looked too long at it you’d realize it was still empty. A mirage of feelings and emotions to pretend like it doesn’t still ache even all these years past.
When she finds the resolution and gentleness in her bones and peers up at him, nudging him in the ribs, he huffs a small sound of slight amusement before his hand comes up to cover his ribs as if her nudge had cut through his demigod strength. “Thanks, Flora.” He murmurs before he squeezes her lightly. “Now, you want some more help on your wall?” He asks, tilting his gaze so he can take in the wall she’d been cleaning and whether or not there’s any portions that need assistance.
Not only was it the nap, but there was the immediate return channel that Sunjata’s brows lift and a small huff of a laugh leaves him, shaking his head again. “Not the whiplash, too.” He complains, making sure that he does check in with her. He can’t imagine how awful it was. “Glad she was okay, though.” Even if he’s pretty sure he would have thrown up had it been done to him back to back.
Those thoughts die quickly, though, as she explains and he turns his attention away from the wall to Flora, wrapping an arm around her to pull her in close against his chest, letting her get out any lingering emotions that she’s kept buried deep, being an anchor amongst the uncertain and unsteady waves.
“I’m sure.” He says with a small frown, pressing his scarred cheek in against the queen’s crown. “Right choices can hurt, but I think it’s more of a… Take the hurt now or take a prolonged hurt for choosing the wrong choice.” Were the smaller hurts over a span of time better or worse than the pain she’d endured for making her choice? “I hurt just as much when Haai was killed as I was when I lost Nate. It’s a lot of the reason I didn’t seek your mother out for the longest time because I wasn’t sure I could handle it again.” And maybe it helps or maybe it doesn’t, but a certain amount of hurt had burrowed its way into his soul and regardless of the things he tried to fill it with, if you looked too long at it you’d realize it was still empty. A mirage of feelings and emotions to pretend like it doesn’t still ache even all these years past.
When she finds the resolution and gentleness in her bones and peers up at him, nudging him in the ribs, he huffs a small sound of slight amusement before his hand comes up to cover his ribs as if her nudge had cut through his demigod strength. “Thanks, Flora.” He murmurs before he squeezes her lightly. “Now, you want some more help on your wall?” He asks, tilting his gaze so he can take in the wall she’d been cleaning and whether or not there’s any portions that need assistance.
Sunjata
// gracing your skin with the side of my hand //
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.
