i'll put all my pieces back together where they belong, and i'll say
He remains with the feeling of Melita’s hand between his shoulder blades, watching beneath his steel gaze at how the ’Fools’ the genie had called them, entertain – though his eyes do narrow as it reaches Hotaru, an angry rage filled with the red light. But he knows that she can handle her own, and soon enough the genie has moved on – shifting to focus upon those of them in blue, and Sunjata shifts nervously on his paws, claws digging into the snowpack below.
But he does not expect what’s next – not as the genie shrinks and heads toward Melita and him, and he shifts back into himself – stepping forward in an attempt to try and protect Melita should the genie’s words not prove true. But it is not her that the creature of the snows seeks. Instead, Sunjata’s steel gaze meets the genie’s face as the hand touches his cheek.
It calls him the Flooded One, and a part of him flickers internally in his uncertainty. But it grows bitter as the genie responds about what the snow took, eyes shuttering slightly, shadows returning ever so slightly despite the chill that seeks his bones. It’s soon replaced with the briefest hints of surprise, of blazing trails like he had back home, wondering what kind of power this was and yet dipping his head to the genie regardless.
No need for thank you’s, he imagines. Not as the genie focuses the gathered crowd, speaking and speaking, until suddenly the genie is gone and all that’s left is the suitcase. He turns to Melita and Fangorn, then. “I’m heading back to the Grounds.” She's welcome to come with or remain, but he wants out as quickly as possible.
But he does not expect what’s next – not as the genie shrinks and heads toward Melita and him, and he shifts back into himself – stepping forward in an attempt to try and protect Melita should the genie’s words not prove true. But it is not her that the creature of the snows seeks. Instead, Sunjata’s steel gaze meets the genie’s face as the hand touches his cheek.
It calls him the Flooded One, and a part of him flickers internally in his uncertainty. But it grows bitter as the genie responds about what the snow took, eyes shuttering slightly, shadows returning ever so slightly despite the chill that seeks his bones. It’s soon replaced with the briefest hints of surprise, of blazing trails like he had back home, wondering what kind of power this was and yet dipping his head to the genie regardless.
No need for thank you’s, he imagines. Not as the genie focuses the gathered crowd, speaking and speaking, until suddenly the genie is gone and all that’s left is the suitcase. He turns to Melita and Fangorn, then. “I’m heading back to the Grounds.” She's welcome to come with or remain, but he wants out as quickly as possible.
god, i'm a mess
SuNJATA
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.
