SUNJATA
the flood
i can still see your face looking back through the flames
and i search it, was it worth it?
and i search it, was it worth it?
“All except for a first aid kit.” He rumbles with a small smirk, a bit of amusement to the oversight but glad that he has Nate there as a second mind to cover the mistakes he makes. Because much like Nate, Sunjata doesn’t trust the peaceful tendency he’s heard Torchline to have during LongNight. He’s prepared as much as anyone else to end up having to use the cellar just in case. It’s likely why he’s stocked it so well with the things they’ll need. So they don’t have to leave.
Hands are on him, and he’s half ready to hum appreciatively at the path they take – but then the crash happens and Nate’s twisting and Sunjata’s stepping back to give him space, not wanting to be the one to trap the Ascended. Of course, Sunjata had seen the crash coming, a small glimpse or two from Haai that showed the path she were to take, how she never succeeds in running that corner successfully. It still didn’t help himself from twitching a small amount when it does happen. But his eyes are on Nate, not sending a message to Haai to reprimand – not as Nate’s voice booms through the house.
And he sighs quietly, understanding why he might’ve reacted that way, but still unsure how to fix it. Haai seems to realize the mistake as well, despite Pemota’s nonchalance. Haai untangles herself, and lays flat on the floor, head to the wood and ears flattened with wings tucked in tight. Her emerald gaze lingering on the entry way to the kitchen as if Nate might know if she moved. Sunjata, meanwhile, steps nearer to Nate but still gives him space. “She just slipped, it’s alright Nate.” He offers unhelpfully, back to the uselessness with words and comfort he typically held.
Hands are on him, and he’s half ready to hum appreciatively at the path they take – but then the crash happens and Nate’s twisting and Sunjata’s stepping back to give him space, not wanting to be the one to trap the Ascended. Of course, Sunjata had seen the crash coming, a small glimpse or two from Haai that showed the path she were to take, how she never succeeds in running that corner successfully. It still didn’t help himself from twitching a small amount when it does happen. But his eyes are on Nate, not sending a message to Haai to reprimand – not as Nate’s voice booms through the house.
And he sighs quietly, understanding why he might’ve reacted that way, but still unsure how to fix it. Haai seems to realize the mistake as well, despite Pemota’s nonchalance. Haai untangles herself, and lays flat on the floor, head to the wood and ears flattened with wings tucked in tight. Her emerald gaze lingering on the entry way to the kitchen as if Nate might know if she moved. Sunjata, meanwhile, steps nearer to Nate but still gives him space. “She just slipped, it’s alright Nate.” He offers unhelpfully, back to the uselessness with words and comfort he typically held.
no i don't mind the smoke, but your tears make me choke
are you okay? should i go away?
are you okay? should i go away?
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.
