SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
A small smile that feels just as somber as this meeting does graces his face to hear her surprise. It’s there fleetingly and then gone, not unlike the smoke inhaled and subsequently exhaled, hanging briefly in the air before it dissipates. It’s awkward – almost as awkward as his conversation with Hotaru, though he’d had more stakes in that it seemed like.
And even still, it felt like he was failing over and over again. Failing everyone with the ease of him not being enough or focusing enough. So rather than sit there and talk, she’d asked him to meet, and he lights his cigarette and awaits the inevitable ball to drop – even if she holds off on it initially with the mention of the tea settled in front of him – gaze dropping down to it with a nod. “Thank you.” He murmurs, leaving the cigarette between his two fingers as he drags the cup closer and takes a sip of it – cooled enough now that it doesn’t burn down his throat.
He’s only just had enough time to swallow before the answer comes – something that has him internally clawing at himself to tell her all the things he needs to in order to make her stay. Like he even has the option to. Like her decision isn’t already made. He thinks about apologizing about the last time they’d spoken, of all the promises he’d made that he couldn’t keep – but he thinks that’ll just make things worse.
So he settles himself with a breath and a nod, his gaze dropping from her face to the cigarette with the ash that bunches at the tip of the cigarette. “I thought so.” He murmurs softly, quieter as he lets it settle like a stone in his gut. He’d seen the signs – the way that there had been no news about whether or not the ranch would be rebuilt, whatever next steps there were – because it wasn’t going to be here. “When do you leave?” He asks, forcing himself to look at her again as he drags from the cigarette, hoping the bit of nicotine might ease the flow.
And even still, it felt like he was failing over and over again. Failing everyone with the ease of him not being enough or focusing enough. So rather than sit there and talk, she’d asked him to meet, and he lights his cigarette and awaits the inevitable ball to drop – even if she holds off on it initially with the mention of the tea settled in front of him – gaze dropping down to it with a nod. “Thank you.” He murmurs, leaving the cigarette between his two fingers as he drags the cup closer and takes a sip of it – cooled enough now that it doesn’t burn down his throat.
He’s only just had enough time to swallow before the answer comes – something that has him internally clawing at himself to tell her all the things he needs to in order to make her stay. Like he even has the option to. Like her decision isn’t already made. He thinks about apologizing about the last time they’d spoken, of all the promises he’d made that he couldn’t keep – but he thinks that’ll just make things worse.
So he settles himself with a breath and a nod, his gaze dropping from her face to the cigarette with the ash that bunches at the tip of the cigarette. “I thought so.” He murmurs softly, quieter as he lets it settle like a stone in his gut. He’d seen the signs – the way that there had been no news about whether or not the ranch would be rebuilt, whatever next steps there were – because it wasn’t going to be here. “When do you leave?” He asks, forcing himself to look at her again as he drags from the cigarette, hoping the bit of nicotine might ease the flow.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
