now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat
it's a bearable bruise on your conscious
“Yeah, I know the feeling.” Sunjata sighs, frowning a little as he realizes that he too could have solved so much in his past if he’d just been able to undo it and go back in time. Maybe he would’ve forced Nate to stay in the Refuge with him so he wouldn’t have to succumb to the final strike of war. Maybe he would’ve been able to be stronger and tell Safrin that he’d take his chances with the war anyway. He wouldn’t have Kamaria now, but at least it’s the only good reason to look up at the stars these days – choosing the cloudy skies over clear night skies.
He might have been able to prevent so many things that it seems almost like a cop out to be able to do it differently – and perhaps that’s why they still can’t. That’s why he’s still stuck in this machine of whether or not he was doing enough or learned enough or was enough in general. It was his status quo, it was what he did. “Well, I wish you luck with it. Life’s kind of a bitch in that way, though.” The more you say you’ll never do something, the more likely it is to occur - at least in his experience. The whole “ill never love again” only to find himself stuck in the same heartbreak circle again and again.
He squeezes her shoulder lightly and settles into the couch a little more comfortably, fully intending on keeping his place here and letting her sleep. As such, the conversation ebbs and flows until exhaustion finally gets the best of Colt and Sunjata’s there to be a watchful eye over her until he falls asleep too.
- FIN
He might have been able to prevent so many things that it seems almost like a cop out to be able to do it differently – and perhaps that’s why they still can’t. That’s why he’s still stuck in this machine of whether or not he was doing enough or learned enough or was enough in general. It was his status quo, it was what he did. “Well, I wish you luck with it. Life’s kind of a bitch in that way, though.” The more you say you’ll never do something, the more likely it is to occur - at least in his experience. The whole “ill never love again” only to find himself stuck in the same heartbreak circle again and again.
He squeezes her shoulder lightly and settles into the couch a little more comfortably, fully intending on keeping his place here and letting her sleep. As such, the conversation ebbs and flows until exhaustion finally gets the best of Colt and Sunjata’s there to be a watchful eye over her until he falls asleep too.
- FIN
but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?
i am the way and the life in the best looking truth
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.
