// placing a smile at the perfect event //
“Yeah that’s fair.” Sunjata chuckles softly – still figuring he should reach out to her and seeing how she’s doing now that she’s been channeled a few times (at the very least, maybe she’ll have more stories appearing aside from the one where she’d appeared before LongNight and dropped ducks on him in his hydra shift).
But those thoughts die for the seriousness of the conversation – of two people hurting despite the bravado and attempts to prove to everyone else otherwise. It’s the least he can do to share some of her burden, even if he tries desperately to not let her shoulder any of his. “Sometimes it’s better that way.” He murmurs – about the room to Jack. “It can be a place to mourn what you guys had. Maybe one day you’ll be able to clean it up, but you don’t have to.” He still has his section full of Nate’s things that he couldn’t part from. Granted, the Ascended was long gone, but the idea was the same.
A loss of a relationship was still a loss and worth grieving. Sunjata knows better than most about that.
So he tries to make her smile by pretending her nudge hurt, wincing with a huff of a sound, letting a soft accented laugh join hers as he glances back at the smear near the baseboard. “Oh, y’know what? There is someone.” He says as he scrunches his nose up, wrinkling slightly as he hides the continued laugh. “He’s got a thing for being a maid. Maybe it’d be enough to get him out here and we can make him finish up and go get dinner, huh?”
But those thoughts die for the seriousness of the conversation – of two people hurting despite the bravado and attempts to prove to everyone else otherwise. It’s the least he can do to share some of her burden, even if he tries desperately to not let her shoulder any of his. “Sometimes it’s better that way.” He murmurs – about the room to Jack. “It can be a place to mourn what you guys had. Maybe one day you’ll be able to clean it up, but you don’t have to.” He still has his section full of Nate’s things that he couldn’t part from. Granted, the Ascended was long gone, but the idea was the same.
A loss of a relationship was still a loss and worth grieving. Sunjata knows better than most about that.
So he tries to make her smile by pretending her nudge hurt, wincing with a huff of a sound, letting a soft accented laugh join hers as he glances back at the smear near the baseboard. “Oh, y’know what? There is someone.” He says as he scrunches his nose up, wrinkling slightly as he hides the continued laugh. “He’s got a thing for being a maid. Maybe it’d be enough to get him out here and we can make him finish up and go get dinner, huh?”
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.
