SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
He laughs lightly, nodding because he understands very well why she won’t be making that trek to Halo. He isn’t too sure he’s serious about the trip to Halo anyway, but he flashes her a lopsided smile instead of breaking the joke and snorts a little before he answers. “I will.”
Besides, there’s better news to talk about and he finds himself clinging to it rather than the sorrow that fills his chest. And maybe that makes it a little too obvious that he’s latching onto her happiness because he’s lacking in his own. It’s hard to say. “Yeah, I’m sure it will be.” He tilts his head a touch at that, imagining Isla and her and Everest’s child running around the clinic and shrieking their happiness.
It sounds fulfilling in a way that he doesn’t get to know, and at this rate he feels like he won’t get to. Which does help as she turns the question back onto him and his smile pales a touch. She knows him well enough anyway to know that he’s slipping that mask into place again, even if he watches himself.
“Things here are good. Great, even. Busier than ever.” His gaze flits around the House of Midnight annd seemingly the region beyond until the grey of his gaze lands back on her. “I’ve been better though. Hotaru’s been… missing. And not a single person’s been able to find her so Flora and I asked Frey and they said she was fine, but Flora also can’t channel her… so.” All in all, pretty fucking vague answers he can’t do anything about but worry and stress over.
Besides, there’s better news to talk about and he finds himself clinging to it rather than the sorrow that fills his chest. And maybe that makes it a little too obvious that he’s latching onto her happiness because he’s lacking in his own. It’s hard to say. “Yeah, I’m sure it will be.” He tilts his head a touch at that, imagining Isla and her and Everest’s child running around the clinic and shrieking their happiness.
It sounds fulfilling in a way that he doesn’t get to know, and at this rate he feels like he won’t get to. Which does help as she turns the question back onto him and his smile pales a touch. She knows him well enough anyway to know that he’s slipping that mask into place again, even if he watches himself.
“Things here are good. Great, even. Busier than ever.” His gaze flits around the House of Midnight annd seemingly the region beyond until the grey of his gaze lands back on her. “I’ve been better though. Hotaru’s been… missing. And not a single person’s been able to find her so Flora and I asked Frey and they said she was fine, but Flora also can’t channel her… so.” All in all, pretty fucking vague answers he can’t do anything about but worry and stress over.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
