SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He was pretty proud of the lantern he’d made for Peter. Using the blown glass from Hotaru, edged in frosty white and patterned and designed with stripes to mimic Peter’s hyena shift, decorated with bats to hold up the lantern from the Launceleyn’s bat shift… It was probably one of his favorites. However morbid that thought might be. Regardless, the Festival of Lights leaves him feeling heavy, constantly, this year arriving with two of them. Peters, and Maea’s.
Maea’s isn’t as fancy as Peter’s is, mostly because he didn’t have access to the glass that Hotaru had shared with him. But he’d still tried – pale white with streaks of blue veins, a candle in the center that seems suspended by some form of bendable metal wire. And beneath it? Encased with a clear sheen to ensure it doesn’t catch fire, bits and pieces of the wisteria she had loved so much from the house they’d found. He’d also placed the feather he’d given her so long ago within it, the little pieces of her within the base of it.
And with both in his hands, he glances to Nate at his side, offering a small awkward smile. “Last Festival of Lights, I only had Lusea’s lantern.” He rumbles a bit offhandedly, awkwardly, clearly unsure where that left him… He’d kept it, at least. It stayed within the walls of his home – hanging on a shelf nearby because he certainly couldn’t part with it. The others? He’d likely keep Maea’s as well – but imagines Peter’s might suit a bit better back at the Guild.
He glances to the two lanterns in the Ascended’s hands, too, before he bumps his shoulder with Nate’s and offers another small smile. “Let’s go hang them.”
Maea’s isn’t as fancy as Peter’s is, mostly because he didn’t have access to the glass that Hotaru had shared with him. But he’d still tried – pale white with streaks of blue veins, a candle in the center that seems suspended by some form of bendable metal wire. And beneath it? Encased with a clear sheen to ensure it doesn’t catch fire, bits and pieces of the wisteria she had loved so much from the house they’d found. He’d also placed the feather he’d given her so long ago within it, the little pieces of her within the base of it.
And with both in his hands, he glances to Nate at his side, offering a small awkward smile. “Last Festival of Lights, I only had Lusea’s lantern.” He rumbles a bit offhandedly, awkwardly, clearly unsure where that left him… He’d kept it, at least. It stayed within the walls of his home – hanging on a shelf nearby because he certainly couldn’t part with it. The others? He’d likely keep Maea’s as well – but imagines Peter’s might suit a bit better back at the Guild.
He glances to the two lanterns in the Ascended’s hands, too, before he bumps his shoulder with Nate’s and offers another small smile. “Let’s go hang them.”
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
