SuNJATA
the flood
He turns to look at her once Lusea’s lantern and knickknacks are in place, pleased with how it’s turned out, saddened all the same. But the time is Melita’s now, to create and churn and make, to place the lantern she had made for her twin along the shelving wherever she wished, to add the extra trinkets of memory and things that reminded her of the other honey child. But she remains silent, and Sunjata wonders if perhaps talking about it while doing it wouldn’t help the red haired girl. At the very least, Melita has placed it all up on the shelving too. Perhaps that was all that needed to be done.
As soon as she’s placed the last one along the shelves, Sunjata can hear the shuddering exhale of breath, feel the uncertainty brewing, and so he reaches out with a wide arm to pull the girl in close to his side, eyes lingering on her loved ones lantern and his own, exhaling just as much of a sigh of breath as she has. “Tell me about her again.” Because the girl had done it once before, but Sunjata wanted her to say it here — to cement it between the walls along with the lantern and memories. So that nothing and nobody could ever take it away.
As soon as she’s placed the last one along the shelves, Sunjata can hear the shuddering exhale of breath, feel the uncertainty brewing, and so he reaches out with a wide arm to pull the girl in close to his side, eyes lingering on her loved ones lantern and his own, exhaling just as much of a sigh of breath as she has. “Tell me about her again.” Because the girl had done it once before, but Sunjata wanted her to say it here — to cement it between the walls along with the lantern and memories. So that nothing and nobody could ever take it away.
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.
