// i'm not so good with tenses //
He waits for the judgement to come, the impending sense of how wrong he is – but perhaps they’ve both grown in a way, because while he debates whether or not it’s too fast for him to move on and fix his heart just to get into trouble again, her concern is whether or not he’d miss out. And that sentence alone has his steel gaze snapping to her, a slight flare of warmth blooming in his cheeks at the thought he hadn’t considered entirely, already expecting multitudes of people to judge and grow upset with the fact he might try to move past it. So, he’d chosen to stay, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Do you think it’d be too soon if it did happen?” He asks, just for the clarification. He doesn’t expect it to, but he’s also worried about how it might come off.
Even if Hotaru had vanished seasons ago and he felt like he had come to terms with it back then, especially with the realization of all the things that had happened that would have hurt worse had his romantic heart actually survived. “I promise I’ll do it when I’m done with this quest. I’ve just got two things to do now.” He vows quietly, shooting her a small smile before he’s tossing the stick of his own cake pop into a trash can.
When it comes to the dream, however, Sunjata’s brows lift slightly as he peers over at her with the question. “Little bits and pieces. I heard some stuff from Deimos, too. I’m really curious what you saw.” He gives her his full attention, even if he snags a few bells to look at curiously, before putting them back. His ear is aimed toward her, at least, ready to hang on every word.
Even if Hotaru had vanished seasons ago and he felt like he had come to terms with it back then, especially with the realization of all the things that had happened that would have hurt worse had his romantic heart actually survived. “I promise I’ll do it when I’m done with this quest. I’ve just got two things to do now.” He vows quietly, shooting her a small smile before he’s tossing the stick of his own cake pop into a trash can.
When it comes to the dream, however, Sunjata’s brows lift slightly as he peers over at her with the question. “Little bits and pieces. I heard some stuff from Deimos, too. I’m really curious what you saw.” He gives her his full attention, even if he snags a few bells to look at curiously, before putting them back. His ear is aimed toward her, at least, ready to hang on every word.
the Heartless
// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //
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.
