SUNJATA
the flood
snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette
shake it out and light a cigarette
Despite Niki saying he doesn’t think it’s a bad thing, Sunjata realizes it’s one of those kinds of tightropes that could be good for some and not so good for others. He’s seen both sides of it, bolder and braver when he was younger, though he supposes that’s what aging will do. It keeps you doing the comfortable thing, the easy means of knowing what to expect so you weren’t surprised when things happened one way or another rather than finding the surprise of the unknown enticing and exciting.
He takes the milk as it’s set aside so he can pour it into the eggs and start to mix it, trying to keep the wet ingredients together before he’ll add the dry ones as he listens. There’s a small part of relief that blooms in him to hear that he is interested in it, not that there’s anything wrong with those that don’t, but it makes it a smidge easier for him to know how he should react. “I get that.” Sunjata murmurs, keeping his attention on the batter rather than Niki because it’s easier for the both of them – and Sunjata’s never been one to have hard conversations while making eye contact. He’s much more prone to wishing he could vanish into a speck of dust and float on the wind away.
“There’s nothing wrong with not being conventionally attractive, though. There are people that like that. I like that.” He admits, moving on before Niki can start to grow awkward with that understanding. “But I also know it’s easy to say as someone that’s conventionally attractive.” He was Frey’s demigod, after all. He had to be at least someone conventionally attractive, as far as he was concerned.
He takes a deep breath as he starts to pour the flour in and finds a lopsided smile on his face in spite of himself. “I’m a body to be used, I think. Not that I mind, obviously. But I think where you think you have a disadvantage physically, I think my disadvantage is mental. I tend to wear out my welcome.” It doesn't drift into a sad, brooding kind of conversation like it had when he'd helped Niki to his room at Flora's party. It's actually perhaps the most level headed, unbiased comment he's ever made about himself, coming out easily with abject but positive awareness.
He takes the milk as it’s set aside so he can pour it into the eggs and start to mix it, trying to keep the wet ingredients together before he’ll add the dry ones as he listens. There’s a small part of relief that blooms in him to hear that he is interested in it, not that there’s anything wrong with those that don’t, but it makes it a smidge easier for him to know how he should react. “I get that.” Sunjata murmurs, keeping his attention on the batter rather than Niki because it’s easier for the both of them – and Sunjata’s never been one to have hard conversations while making eye contact. He’s much more prone to wishing he could vanish into a speck of dust and float on the wind away.
“There’s nothing wrong with not being conventionally attractive, though. There are people that like that. I like that.” He admits, moving on before Niki can start to grow awkward with that understanding. “But I also know it’s easy to say as someone that’s conventionally attractive.” He was Frey’s demigod, after all. He had to be at least someone conventionally attractive, as far as he was concerned.
He takes a deep breath as he starts to pour the flour in and finds a lopsided smile on his face in spite of himself. “I’m a body to be used, I think. Not that I mind, obviously. But I think where you think you have a disadvantage physically, I think my disadvantage is mental. I tend to wear out my welcome.” It doesn't drift into a sad, brooding kind of conversation like it had when he'd helped Niki to his room at Flora's party. It's actually perhaps the most level headed, unbiased comment he's ever made about himself, coming out easily with abject but positive awareness.
miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you
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.
