please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
He’s almost tempted to tell her what it wasn’t about just in case the list was shorter, but the Heartless eventually decides on explaining it as plainly as he can. “Oh not much, just how apparently I didn’t do enough to stop the wildfires in King’s End or help her enough that her ranch didn’t burn down.” He shrugs a shoulder, nose wrinkling because after chatting with Melita about it, it was unlikely for him to really believe it was his fault, no matter how much the voices in his head tried to agree. “She kinda apologized after when she told me she was leaving, though.” As much of an apology as Colt could give, he supposes.
But he settles in, leaning against the edge of a counter to give her his full attention as she starts to explain the issue between Flora and Colt, his steel gaze scanning her face and nodding as she continues – because yeah, he would’ve helped too had she not gone and blamed him for it. Now he figures she can figure out how to manage it on her own.
“Oh shit.” He mutters when she tells him Colt tried to steal her best friend, putting words in her mouth rather than seeing it objectively. So, he nods and works his jaw. Flora wasn’t one to try and keep people from doing the things they needed to – he knew as much from her with his situation and her advice on the subject. And it all just boils down to communication – something Sunjata had tried to work on over the last few years, with plenty of success he thinks. But there was always work to be done.
So he nods, and as she mentions Sohalia, he can imagine the young woman caught up in it, and Flora standing on the side of what could be considered an enemy as Flora’s frustration and hurt crosses her face. “Yeah that’s fucked up.” He sighs, wrinkling his nose. He reaches out for her, then, hoping to tug her in for a hug, imagining that she might want it but giving enough space for her to decide not to if she didn’t want one. “I’m sorry, Flora. Do you think Sohalia’s still going to go or..?” He's cut off by the sight of a hel in the window, pecking incessantly at the window as if it might be able to slip into the kitchen to snag all of the goodies on display.
But he settles in, leaning against the edge of a counter to give her his full attention as she starts to explain the issue between Flora and Colt, his steel gaze scanning her face and nodding as she continues – because yeah, he would’ve helped too had she not gone and blamed him for it. Now he figures she can figure out how to manage it on her own.
“Oh shit.” He mutters when she tells him Colt tried to steal her best friend, putting words in her mouth rather than seeing it objectively. So, he nods and works his jaw. Flora wasn’t one to try and keep people from doing the things they needed to – he knew as much from her with his situation and her advice on the subject. And it all just boils down to communication – something Sunjata had tried to work on over the last few years, with plenty of success he thinks. But there was always work to be done.
So he nods, and as she mentions Sohalia, he can imagine the young woman caught up in it, and Flora standing on the side of what could be considered an enemy as Flora’s frustration and hurt crosses her face. “Yeah that’s fucked up.” He sighs, wrinkling his nose. He reaches out for her, then, hoping to tug her in for a hug, imagining that she might want it but giving enough space for her to decide not to if she didn’t want one. “I’m sorry, Flora. Do you think Sohalia’s still going to go or..?” He's cut off by the sight of a hel in the window, pecking incessantly at the window as if it might be able to slip into the kitchen to snag all of the goodies on display.
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.
