// i'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go, you've been the only thing that's right
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
He feels the way her grip loosens, slowly and easily as her voice tries to take root but still feels frail – like the faux promise of strength of a plant that’s just received water, pretending to perk up and become strong again so long as breeze doesn’t drop by. And here’s Sunjata, trying his best to be the stake to keep her upright as she figures out the words leaving her lips, the way she asks if it’s too late for the fire when he has to try and determine what the fuck he should say that doesn’t make it worse.
Which, as everyone knows, is not Sunjata’s strong suit. Words had never been something he had a sway with. “There’s no fire. It’s just snow.” He tries to explain, already mentally kicking himself as if he’s realized that answer probably wasn’t the best, but maybe he could get through the mental blockades she’s started shoving up around herself again.
He tries to blot it out, though, between his wings and himself, and as she says that his wings are soft again and she sobs, all Sunjata can do is hold her close, hearing the jumbled mumble of things she’s saying, the apologies that leaves her lips that do offer a small amount of relief despite the worry he feels in his gut. “I was angry.” He admits, deciding if he doesn’t have a heart he doesn’t have to lie to make other people feel better when they could at least have a conversation. “But I realized I wasn’t getting anywhere being mad at you for it.” He shifts a little, trying to capture her gaze. “So let me help you.” She was already helping him, at the end of the day. And Sunjata? He could hold grudges, but he could also forgive.
Which, as everyone knows, is not Sunjata’s strong suit. Words had never been something he had a sway with. “There’s no fire. It’s just snow.” He tries to explain, already mentally kicking himself as if he’s realized that answer probably wasn’t the best, but maybe he could get through the mental blockades she’s started shoving up around herself again.
He tries to blot it out, though, between his wings and himself, and as she says that his wings are soft again and she sobs, all Sunjata can do is hold her close, hearing the jumbled mumble of things she’s saying, the apologies that leaves her lips that do offer a small amount of relief despite the worry he feels in his gut. “I was angry.” He admits, deciding if he doesn’t have a heart he doesn’t have to lie to make other people feel better when they could at least have a conversation. “But I realized I wasn’t getting anywhere being mad at you for it.” He shifts a little, trying to capture her gaze. “So let me help you.” She was already helping him, at the end of the day. And Sunjata? He could hold grudges, but he could also forgive.
i know we'll make it anywhere away from here
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.
