SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
She straightens slowly, leans back against him, and he listens to her as his hand remains at her hip. His other hand finds her side, carefully trying to avoid any of the bruising as his thumb traces her skin gently, soothingly. “It’s not easy.” He agrees quietly. “I’m not sure if he wants to change… But he’s going to have to want it.” He comments quietly, thoughtfully, even if a bit drunk.
“I have a tendency of pushing people away when things get hard… And I want to change that.” He begins, leaning back somewhat with her to rest his back against the wall and enjoy the warmth of the shower. “So I am… I’ve let you in closer than basically anyone.” He says quietly — and it had helped. He wasn’t hurting anyone, wasn’t out there hopping from bed to bed and hangover and hangover trying to forget.
“I was pissed at him though… for doing that, especially in front of you. And I… didn’t know he had done that before I admitted to you my own thoughts after the hunt.” He says slowly, thoughtfully, his hand with her own covering it, curls slightly to tangle his fingers with hers while his other traces up her side to her shoulder. “He also told me not to break your heart.” His voice is even quieter here, though a bit rough with his accent. It’s clear he doesn’t think he wanted to even get close to it.
“I have a tendency of pushing people away when things get hard… And I want to change that.” He begins, leaning back somewhat with her to rest his back against the wall and enjoy the warmth of the shower. “So I am… I’ve let you in closer than basically anyone.” He says quietly — and it had helped. He wasn’t hurting anyone, wasn’t out there hopping from bed to bed and hangover and hangover trying to forget.
“I was pissed at him though… for doing that, especially in front of you. And I… didn’t know he had done that before I admitted to you my own thoughts after the hunt.” He says slowly, thoughtfully, his hand with her own covering it, curls slightly to tangle his fingers with hers while his other traces up her side to her shoulder. “He also told me not to break your heart.” His voice is even quieter here, though a bit rough with his accent. It’s clear he doesn’t think he wanted to even get close to it.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
