SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
A boxing ring indeed. He tightens his arm around her as she tucks herself in, keeping his legs tangled with hers, his other hand coming up to rest along the arm she wraps around his chest. “It’s all I really know.” He hums with a quiet chuckle. And it was true, all he’d known was to fight and survive and continue on with it. “It’s good to get out frustration. I think many could probably benefit from it. Loren, Ronin…” He trails off the few he knows before he tilts his horned head back into the pillows.
“There’s basically a roped off section over sand, overseen by someone like a referee. And you go in rounds, wrap your hands with bandages or use gloves, and you try to down your partner within one to three rounds.” He explains. That’s at least how they did it in Korofi. It was how he imagined he’d continue to do it too. “To practice though, there’d be these heavy bags filled with sand that you’d hang from the ceiling. Good for letting off steam if nobody else was around to box.” He says softly with a small smile, looking over to her before sitting up a small amount.
“But you only use your fists in it, can only hit above the belt. Though sometimes the newer kids that joined the resistance wouldn’t follow the guidelines for it. I got stabbed once.” He chuckles, trying to take her hand to his hip, to press her fingers over the scarred skin there. Somewhere that Lusea had stitched him up.
But he settles again as her question hits his ears and he answers honestly, waiting with some sort of baited breath for her to deny the change. To find a different way as so many had done for him. He turns his head to her, raising a brow as she begins to trail off, mentioning that she didn’t need to put roots somewhere. And he nods to the comment of the grounds in understanding as well. “I’ve only been here a year now but… I understand.” He says softly, aiming to lace his fingers with hers.
“Would you… Go to Torchline with me if I do decide to go there? When you're not in class?” He asks quietly. No cage, aside from the sunlight overhead. No LongNight to worry about… The ocean at their fingertips despite the dangers.
“There’s basically a roped off section over sand, overseen by someone like a referee. And you go in rounds, wrap your hands with bandages or use gloves, and you try to down your partner within one to three rounds.” He explains. That’s at least how they did it in Korofi. It was how he imagined he’d continue to do it too. “To practice though, there’d be these heavy bags filled with sand that you’d hang from the ceiling. Good for letting off steam if nobody else was around to box.” He says softly with a small smile, looking over to her before sitting up a small amount.
“But you only use your fists in it, can only hit above the belt. Though sometimes the newer kids that joined the resistance wouldn’t follow the guidelines for it. I got stabbed once.” He chuckles, trying to take her hand to his hip, to press her fingers over the scarred skin there. Somewhere that Lusea had stitched him up.
But he settles again as her question hits his ears and he answers honestly, waiting with some sort of baited breath for her to deny the change. To find a different way as so many had done for him. He turns his head to her, raising a brow as she begins to trail off, mentioning that she didn’t need to put roots somewhere. And he nods to the comment of the grounds in understanding as well. “I’ve only been here a year now but… I understand.” He says softly, aiming to lace his fingers with hers.
“Would you… Go to Torchline with me if I do decide to go there? When you're not in class?” He asks quietly. No cage, aside from the sunlight overhead. No LongNight to worry about… The ocean at their fingertips despite the dangers.
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.
