// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Having forgotten momentarily that Ludo had vanished, Sunjata’s smile twitches toward a frown – knowing that it had to be tough to not know where it could be – to the point that even the gods didn’t know where it was. And knowing just how close Melita was to it made it worse. After all, if Frey was missing, Sunjata was sure he’d also be anxious about it, wondering what the fuck was happening and what he could do to try and fix it.
Nodding as she glances at him, though, he can read between the lines. “Yeah. Hard to keep on like nothing’s wrong when it feels like everything could be fucked. Feels like it’s wrong.” He knew that feeling – and while it wasn’t the same as the gods going missing, Sunjata’s reminded of a similar feeling while Nate was away at the war he never came back from, while Sunjata was supposed to thrive and live in the comfort of the Refuge he’d created.
Puffing a little sigh past his lips alongside her own, Sunjata continues to work on weaving the flowers together, working his jaw in thought. He nudges her and she nudges him back, and the Heartless settles back into the bench. “Yeah, it definitely can be. But I like to think people like to be informed rather than bottling it up, even if it’s a lot. And, at the very least, means you don’t have to be the one to hold it all together. You’ve got other people to help share the burden.” He looks over at her, warmth in the steel of his eyes. “I’ll always help support the weight. You know that. And if you want any company seeing any of the gods to ask, I’m happy to help. Even if it’s just another ear to retain the information.” He points to his pierced ear, where the hEAR sits and shoots her a small smile.
Nodding as she glances at him, though, he can read between the lines. “Yeah. Hard to keep on like nothing’s wrong when it feels like everything could be fucked. Feels like it’s wrong.” He knew that feeling – and while it wasn’t the same as the gods going missing, Sunjata’s reminded of a similar feeling while Nate was away at the war he never came back from, while Sunjata was supposed to thrive and live in the comfort of the Refuge he’d created.
Puffing a little sigh past his lips alongside her own, Sunjata continues to work on weaving the flowers together, working his jaw in thought. He nudges her and she nudges him back, and the Heartless settles back into the bench. “Yeah, it definitely can be. But I like to think people like to be informed rather than bottling it up, even if it’s a lot. And, at the very least, means you don’t have to be the one to hold it all together. You’ve got other people to help share the burden.” He looks over at her, warmth in the steel of his eyes. “I’ll always help support the weight. You know that. And if you want any company seeing any of the gods to ask, I’m happy to help. Even if it’s just another ear to retain the information.” He points to his pierced ear, where the hEAR sits and shoots her a small smile.
the heartless
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
