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?
Haai places her head in his lap and she watches him momentarily before his arms are wrapping around her head. Her ears perk, head rolling to the side slightly as she goes to lick his arm. A small amount of ‘it’s okay’ given from the griffin – that she doesn’t take it too personally – but well, if a rogue large paw shoves him out of the bed later she’s innocent in the case of ‘who did it’. For now, however, it’s sweet. And she remains for a brief moment when he pulls away. As Nate pats the side of the bed, she takes the hint and hops up on Nate’s other side while Sunjata both simultaneously leans into Nate and pulls him in close.
There’s a small smile on his face as he hears Nate’s words – dripping in the tongue of home and he already knows he won’t be able to. Already knows he wouldn’t want to. “She won’t. Neither will I.” He rumbles easily, lifting his head to press his lips to Nate’s temple. “She says she’s sorry too.” He adds on, lips lingering near his temple and ear. But then he's pulling Nate a bit closer, shifting with the blankets a bit to try and drag the Ascended up toward the pillows and the head of the bed.
There’s a small smile on his face as he hears Nate’s words – dripping in the tongue of home and he already knows he won’t be able to. Already knows he wouldn’t want to. “She won’t. Neither will I.” He rumbles easily, lifting his head to press his lips to Nate’s temple. “She says she’s sorry too.” He adds on, lips lingering near his temple and ear. But then he's pulling Nate a bit closer, shifting with the blankets a bit to try and drag the Ascended up toward the pillows and the head of the bed.
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.
