SUNJATA
i found hope in a hopeless home
found my father but i lost my soul
found my father but i lost my soul
He shouldn’t be surprised when her voice paints the air between them, and still, he is. And while her mask is in place to prevent him from seeing much of what goes on internally, it reminds him to build back up his wall so that she can’t feel the attuned bond and the swirl of unease that settles within him. It isn’t because of his lack of love, it’s because of the way he knows he should act, he knows what this is doing to her, and still Sunjata can’t force himself to make it easier.
She wanted him honest. To tell him what he expected and what he wanted, and he has. He should expect to have some barbs shot back, and still when the sarcasm hits, it baffles him. He isn’t the same as he was then. He’s worked so hard over the past few years since the war, and with his heart being dead that slices out half of the horrible feeling. Instead, it leaves a sticky trail behind of grief in its own right. Grief that his heart is nothing but ash, that even if he wanted to love her he couldn’t.
He’s still reeling from it before his lips part, expecting knives to bloom in her words just as they had before when they’d argued in the past, and he nearly shields himself from it with the way he looks down and nods. “Thank you.” He manages on an exhale that feels shakier than even he’d anticipated. It’s the difference between knowing how he should feel and how he actually does, and that hurts in its own separate way. Like he’s failing. Like he never really had it in him from the start.
The silence picks up and he’s staring at the breeze that brushes the bits of grasses and foliage at her feet, unable to look at her and her companion in the silence, until her voice breaks through it again and he looks up at her, the Heartless because of what he’d entrusted her with had failed. So he shuffles the box back into the bag of holding, slinging it over his shoulder as his jaw sits tight. “Yeah.. Okay.” It’s so formal. It almost makes him balk at her.
But there’s nothing else to do from here except for them both to go and lick their wounds, jaw working as he ducks his head and exhales a soft sigh, unable to say much else other than “good luck, Ru.” Meaning every ounce of it, whether she believed it or not. He does want her happy, but he realizes that maybe it shouldn’t be him that makes her that way, not with the state of where he’s at.
So he does take his leave - giving her that respite in him walking away from her, shoulders tense and head ducked, at least until he breaks from the overhead of the trees and he shifts out of his human form to the bat, taking to the skies in the frantic movements bats often were known for until his form is completely hidden, descending further into the Greatwood.
- FIN
She wanted him honest. To tell him what he expected and what he wanted, and he has. He should expect to have some barbs shot back, and still when the sarcasm hits, it baffles him. He isn’t the same as he was then. He’s worked so hard over the past few years since the war, and with his heart being dead that slices out half of the horrible feeling. Instead, it leaves a sticky trail behind of grief in its own right. Grief that his heart is nothing but ash, that even if he wanted to love her he couldn’t.
He’s still reeling from it before his lips part, expecting knives to bloom in her words just as they had before when they’d argued in the past, and he nearly shields himself from it with the way he looks down and nods. “Thank you.” He manages on an exhale that feels shakier than even he’d anticipated. It’s the difference between knowing how he should feel and how he actually does, and that hurts in its own separate way. Like he’s failing. Like he never really had it in him from the start.
The silence picks up and he’s staring at the breeze that brushes the bits of grasses and foliage at her feet, unable to look at her and her companion in the silence, until her voice breaks through it again and he looks up at her, the Heartless because of what he’d entrusted her with had failed. So he shuffles the box back into the bag of holding, slinging it over his shoulder as his jaw sits tight. “Yeah.. Okay.” It’s so formal. It almost makes him balk at her.
But there’s nothing else to do from here except for them both to go and lick their wounds, jaw working as he ducks his head and exhales a soft sigh, unable to say much else other than “good luck, Ru.” Meaning every ounce of it, whether she believed it or not. He does want her happy, but he realizes that maybe it shouldn’t be him that makes her that way, not with the state of where he’s at.
So he does take his leave - giving her that respite in him walking away from her, shoulders tense and head ducked, at least until he breaks from the overhead of the trees and he shifts out of his human form to the bat, taking to the skies in the frantic movements bats often were known for until his form is completely hidden, descending further into the Greatwood.
- FIN
i tried to trace it, i aimed to scope
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
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.
