SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He hums his own quiet chuckle to her as she scratches at his shoulder. He takes the feather then, lifts it to tuck it into the hair that he tucks behind her ear, a bit of navy among the paleness of her hair. And he watches as she explains, lifting her arm to the wing, and he nods in understanding, watching the feather disappear. “That makes sense.” He hums thoughtfully. “Mines… More like if I don’t get to shift all the way. Like I can let it go fully and become smaller and my macaw form, but without getting into it too much it’ll end up like this. But they’re really no good for anything else.” He offers a bit unhelpfully – unable to partially shift his arms entirely into the wings, at least he can coat them with feathers of varying lengths.
But they begin to flex as he rests his hand on her shoulder, thumb tracing her collarbone as he focuses on her question. What came next? Well, he’s not sure. He’s spent so long focused on the bar, on the ocean… And he’d told Loren he didn’t even know what to do next, what else there was to do. He purses his lips for a moment before exhaling and rolling a bit more onto his back, pulling Maea close, he looks up at the feathers that block the ceiling from view.
“I want to make a boxing ring in Torchline, maybe move there.” He contemplates, shrugging slightly. “But I don’t really know. I have the Guild here, I have the bar here… I’m content to just, see where life takes me I guess.” He turns his head to her. “What other things it has in store for me, what things Safrin might have me do… That sort of thing.” It’s as honest as he’s probably ever been – too afraid previously to say what he wanted to do to many others because they’d typically outright deny it. He recalls the way that he’d told Loren that he’d move to the ocean when he found it, how Loren had told him that Phoebe had her life here and it would be unfair for him to take her away or marry to just be apart. A quiet sigh leaves him, focusing on the pale lines of her face, of a woman who burned in the sunlight if there too long, who’s home her entire life had been the Grounds, who goes to school for magic in Halo…
He’s not sure what to prepare for.
But they begin to flex as he rests his hand on her shoulder, thumb tracing her collarbone as he focuses on her question. What came next? Well, he’s not sure. He’s spent so long focused on the bar, on the ocean… And he’d told Loren he didn’t even know what to do next, what else there was to do. He purses his lips for a moment before exhaling and rolling a bit more onto his back, pulling Maea close, he looks up at the feathers that block the ceiling from view.
“I want to make a boxing ring in Torchline, maybe move there.” He contemplates, shrugging slightly. “But I don’t really know. I have the Guild here, I have the bar here… I’m content to just, see where life takes me I guess.” He turns his head to her. “What other things it has in store for me, what things Safrin might have me do… That sort of thing.” It’s as honest as he’s probably ever been – too afraid previously to say what he wanted to do to many others because they’d typically outright deny it. He recalls the way that he’d told Loren that he’d move to the ocean when he found it, how Loren had told him that Phoebe had her life here and it would be unfair for him to take her away or marry to just be apart. A quiet sigh leaves him, focusing on the pale lines of her face, of a woman who burned in the sunlight if there too long, who’s home her entire life had been the Grounds, who goes to school for magic in Halo…
He’s not sure what to prepare for.
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.
