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
“It is what it is.” Sunjata says with a soft smile, not letting it get to him anymore. He’s trying his best to not internalize everyone’s issues even when they’re directed at him. So as she takes a breath and tells him she’s glad he isn’t letting it beat him up anymore, he has nothing but agreement writ on his face. “Yeah, me too.” It definitely makes things easier to be a little less apologetic, especially when he’s realized it’s been ages since he’d done anything questionable intentionally. So why continue to let it haunt him?
And everything that had happened since, even with the break up with Hotaru, he’d had his reasons, had thought them through, had been sound with his logic because that’s what he promised himself he’d work on. And even if the result wasn’t what she wanted, it had aligned with his own growth.
It’s just like now, when he pulls her in and tells her that he wasn’t sure if she’d wanted him here, but that he’d wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t going to leave regardless of whether or not Hotaru was her mother and they weren’t together. That he was there for her and that’s how he intends on everything staying, even if things were a bit rocky outside of it. He doesn’t want it to affect their relationship.
But he can’t deny the relief that he feels in his shoulders too as she presses closer, tucking her head against his chest and he holds her close like the daughter she never quite got to be for him, happy to continue trying for as long as she’ll let him. “I’m glad, because I also don’t want things to change between us.” He admits with a soft laugh, giving her a squeeze that comes off more like a promise than anything else. “You’re like the daughter I never really got to have.” There’s something soft in the tone, reminded of Kamaria for a brief moment, before it passes and he withdraws from the hug and adjusts one of the curls trying to stray free from the chaos of the party and the tightness of their hug. “So, you want me to grab anything in here to bring out? Or.. do you need anything at all, I guess?” He asks, lips quirking into a boyishly lopsided smile as he softens the chuckle escaping his throat.
And everything that had happened since, even with the break up with Hotaru, he’d had his reasons, had thought them through, had been sound with his logic because that’s what he promised himself he’d work on. And even if the result wasn’t what she wanted, it had aligned with his own growth.
It’s just like now, when he pulls her in and tells her that he wasn’t sure if she’d wanted him here, but that he’d wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t going to leave regardless of whether or not Hotaru was her mother and they weren’t together. That he was there for her and that’s how he intends on everything staying, even if things were a bit rocky outside of it. He doesn’t want it to affect their relationship.
But he can’t deny the relief that he feels in his shoulders too as she presses closer, tucking her head against his chest and he holds her close like the daughter she never quite got to be for him, happy to continue trying for as long as she’ll let him. “I’m glad, because I also don’t want things to change between us.” He admits with a soft laugh, giving her a squeeze that comes off more like a promise than anything else. “You’re like the daughter I never really got to have.” There’s something soft in the tone, reminded of Kamaria for a brief moment, before it passes and he withdraws from the hug and adjusts one of the curls trying to stray free from the chaos of the party and the tightness of their hug. “So, you want me to grab anything in here to bring out? Or.. do you need anything at all, I guess?” He asks, lips quirking into a boyishly lopsided smile as he softens the chuckle escaping his throat.
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.
