SUNJATA
the flood
He watches as her face seems to embody the stress he’d been trying to avoid giving her – and if it’s any consolation once he does find Hotaru again, that she might feel some amount of relief in knowing that despite the whole thing that happened between Flora and her mother, that concern would still linger there in their relationship. For now, though, he nods, exhaling a soft sigh and making a mental note to go and see Frey when it seems that Flora’s taken it into her capable hands.
He's seen Frey so many times, perhaps more than most, and each time Sunjata’s affected by the god’s arrival in all of the same way everyone else’s is. The room seems to take a deep breath, inviting them, and Sunjata’s attention flits up immediately to scan their face – seeing all the bits and pieces of all of his loves, between Nate, Ru, and Lusea.
It doesn’t jar him as much as he thinks it would – and maybe it would later, to see Frey embody all of them so much in such a space that wasn’t just a shrine. But there’s something about the way that they say of course she’s alright that has Sunjata on edge – the scars of his face flaring with a lightning strike that races down each and every piece as Frey vanishes again once they compliment the party, leaving him feeling an odd mix between frustrated and relieved.
“Well.. Thank you.” He breathes out in a sigh as he takes in another breath to try and cool the heat reddening his ears. “So if she’s alright, then where the fuck is she?” It comes out in a whisper, one that has him wondering where he’d fucked up to send her off and away if she was alright.
He's seen Frey so many times, perhaps more than most, and each time Sunjata’s affected by the god’s arrival in all of the same way everyone else’s is. The room seems to take a deep breath, inviting them, and Sunjata’s attention flits up immediately to scan their face – seeing all the bits and pieces of all of his loves, between Nate, Ru, and Lusea.
It doesn’t jar him as much as he thinks it would – and maybe it would later, to see Frey embody all of them so much in such a space that wasn’t just a shrine. But there’s something about the way that they say of course she’s alright that has Sunjata on edge – the scars of his face flaring with a lightning strike that races down each and every piece as Frey vanishes again once they compliment the party, leaving him feeling an odd mix between frustrated and relieved.
“Well.. Thank you.” He breathes out in a sigh as he takes in another breath to try and cool the heat reddening his ears. “So if she’s alright, then where the fuck is she?” It comes out in a whisper, one that has him wondering where he’d fucked up to send her off and away if she was alright.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
