SuNJATA
the flood
“Don’t you?” She asks him and he refrains from the curling of his lip in a small smirk of a response. Not in the playful way of his usual antics, but in the way that is almost akin to a small grimace. “Of course I do.” He offers quietly, a roll of his shoulders. The comment that she barely knew her hits him somewhere deep and he focuses hard on the wall ahead of them that they work on.
Doesn’t she have questions of what she was like?
“And now she’s gone, just like that.” She says, fury and fire in the hints of her voice. “For a second time.” He offers in quiet agreement. But her next question makes him still as his hands reach for the line of chalk, to adjust and add, hovering above the line in the wall as he doesn’t know exactly what to say. “I am.” An accented response before he withdraws his hand and stares at the space her lantern will go.
“I’m tired of getting close to people only for them to leave. I’m tired of Caido giving me a second chance with her, a taunt, before she’s gone again. But what can I do? I can’t fight whatever took her because I don’t know exactly what did? I can’t push against the guards holding me back like I did the first time, to get to her to try and save her. What do I fight against, Melita?” He turns his head to her, the steel melding and smoldering into something akin to shadowed flame.
Let this be the fiery Korofi she imagined.
“I can’t fight against the unfairness of it all. Life’s unfair. That’s how it is. But it’s like the ocean, you can either let it take you and drown you or you learn to swim against the waves.” He hopes she’s seen an ocean, he hopes she understands. “I’m trying to keep my head above water.”
Doesn’t she have questions of what she was like?
“And now she’s gone, just like that.” She says, fury and fire in the hints of her voice. “For a second time.” He offers in quiet agreement. But her next question makes him still as his hands reach for the line of chalk, to adjust and add, hovering above the line in the wall as he doesn’t know exactly what to say. “I am.” An accented response before he withdraws his hand and stares at the space her lantern will go.
“I’m tired of getting close to people only for them to leave. I’m tired of Caido giving me a second chance with her, a taunt, before she’s gone again. But what can I do? I can’t fight whatever took her because I don’t know exactly what did? I can’t push against the guards holding me back like I did the first time, to get to her to try and save her. What do I fight against, Melita?” He turns his head to her, the steel melding and smoldering into something akin to shadowed flame.
Let this be the fiery Korofi she imagined.
“I can’t fight against the unfairness of it all. Life’s unfair. That’s how it is. But it’s like the ocean, you can either let it take you and drown you or you learn to swim against the waves.” He hopes she’s seen an ocean, he hopes she understands. “I’m trying to keep my head above water.”
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
