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
It’s something that Sunjata can’t relate to – the fact that she’d never lived anywhere else. That this would be a daunting and mortifying task. Sunjata had moved around frequently – but the one that had taken the cake was when he’d fallen into Caido from the beginning. One moment in Korofi, departing a room in a hotel he’d crashed in the night before, hungover and exhausted. The next moment, lost in the maze in the Grounds with no hopes of ever going back.
He’d managed to figure it out back then. Sunjata imagines that Colt will be able to figure it out too – because if nothing else, despite the fights and the arguments, she’d always be welcome back here if she needed a place to breathe. But he doesn’t know how to convey it, not initially, so he drags his cigarettes, hearing her admission that the choice wasn’t made lightly. They never really are, in his experience. “It’s a lot of work, yeah.” He murmurs quietly, trying to ease that acceptance for her, to make her think she doesn’t have to defend her decision.
Sunjata’s tired of trying to make people stay. He’s tired of giving pieces of himself up on the hopes that everyone he’s fractured himself into might remain just because he’d done that. But he also realizes if that was all he had to offer, it was a pretty shitty reason to keep people. Selfish of him as it was.
He drains another sip of the tea before replacing it with the cigarette, letting the smoke curl around his nose as he watches her, his jaw set tight. He shifts a little in his seat and nods, before his head tilts slightly. “Do I?” Deserve that much, given their argument. The thoughts of all of it linger still – the failures that continued to happen and would likely never seem to fucking end, he can’t help the way it feels like it splinters something in him. His gaze drops to the ash tray again as he reaches forward to knock some ash into it from the smoke between his fingers. “Where are you going?” He asks, trying to swallow his hurt.
He’d managed to figure it out back then. Sunjata imagines that Colt will be able to figure it out too – because if nothing else, despite the fights and the arguments, she’d always be welcome back here if she needed a place to breathe. But he doesn’t know how to convey it, not initially, so he drags his cigarettes, hearing her admission that the choice wasn’t made lightly. They never really are, in his experience. “It’s a lot of work, yeah.” He murmurs quietly, trying to ease that acceptance for her, to make her think she doesn’t have to defend her decision.
Sunjata’s tired of trying to make people stay. He’s tired of giving pieces of himself up on the hopes that everyone he’s fractured himself into might remain just because he’d done that. But he also realizes if that was all he had to offer, it was a pretty shitty reason to keep people. Selfish of him as it was.
He drains another sip of the tea before replacing it with the cigarette, letting the smoke curl around his nose as he watches her, his jaw set tight. He shifts a little in his seat and nods, before his head tilts slightly. “Do I?” Deserve that much, given their argument. The thoughts of all of it linger still – the failures that continued to happen and would likely never seem to fucking end, he can’t help the way it feels like it splinters something in him. His gaze drops to the ash tray again as he reaches forward to knock some ash into it from the smoke between his fingers. “Where are you going?” He asks, trying to swallow his hurt.
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.
