if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
Unaware of the fact she thought it’d be a bigger deal than it was, Sunjata settles in for explaining his side of the experience – the fact that he (and nobody else, it seemed like) could reach her, but the understanding that she was okay still lingers uncomfortably in the Flood’s mind. “Does it have something to do with almost drowning in Torchline thanks to Kai and Flora?” Sunjata asks, using it as a means to glance over at her and flash a small smile – because he’d forgotten to reach out to her and see how she was after Flora had told her about it even if it had been his intention.
He nods, though, something settling in his gut to know that it would be fair for him to feel both of those emotions, even if he wasn’t sure if it would be. He doesn’t know the circumstances, but at this point he isn’t sure if it would change the feelings he has.
He returns his attention back down to the crowds below, puffing out a sigh as he sets the drumstick remains in the plate of discarded bones, snagging another. “I don’t know. It was just.. the nonchalance I guess. Flora asked Frey if she was alright and they just showed up and were like ‘well, yeah, obviously she’s fine’ but it’s like… I don’t know. If she is, why couldn’t she have told us?” Stubbornly taking a bite of the chicken wing with a more mild sauce on it, the Flood takes the time to chew and swallow it down before he drops his little bombshell. “I don’t want to go back to how I was, but I don’t think I can do this again.” Comes the quiet admission, staring down at the crowds with some of that older part of himself closing off again as the sharp barbs of pain become a little too overbearing.
He nods, though, something settling in his gut to know that it would be fair for him to feel both of those emotions, even if he wasn’t sure if it would be. He doesn’t know the circumstances, but at this point he isn’t sure if it would change the feelings he has.
He returns his attention back down to the crowds below, puffing out a sigh as he sets the drumstick remains in the plate of discarded bones, snagging another. “I don’t know. It was just.. the nonchalance I guess. Flora asked Frey if she was alright and they just showed up and were like ‘well, yeah, obviously she’s fine’ but it’s like… I don’t know. If she is, why couldn’t she have told us?” Stubbornly taking a bite of the chicken wing with a more mild sauce on it, the Flood takes the time to chew and swallow it down before he drops his little bombshell. “I don’t want to go back to how I was, but I don’t think I can do this again.” Comes the quiet admission, staring down at the crowds with some of that older part of himself closing off again as the sharp barbs of pain become a little too overbearing.
with wings that burn and boys who fall
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.
