SuNJATA
the flood
“No harm in having multiple shifts at your disposal.” He winks, shifting into some comfort. “I’ve been gifted… six shifts now?” He murmurs, counting them off the top of his head. “One for almost every occasion.” It’s an easy joke to make, a small half smirk crossing his face before it fades again at the way Harper calls him wise and a far louder bark of laughter leaves him – though he’s entirely unsure why it’s caught him so off guard.
“Ah, first time I’ve been told that.” He offers with a crooked smile, almost boyish in nature, before he’s nodding and agreeing silently with the fact that life’s too short. Another nod of agreement to the baby steps comment – because that’s what it took, right? The idea of Lusea’s snide comments, what she might like were she still around, little things here and there. And of course, a partner (or partners in his case) that weren’t upset if he brought them up.
So he focuses instead on the information Harper deals about Phoebe, a slight tilt back and forth of his head as if he’s considering it before his head snaps up and he focuses on Harper with a raise of a dark brow. “The years won’t shorten, no, but the brain development finishes. And after that, what’s the difference between it?” He offers, before mulling over the information of this much older man, a small sigh slipping from him as he goes to rub at his temple while the waves along his arms shimmer and shift with the stars.
“Everyone’s a wrong place at some point, Harper. Surely you know that with your first love and the mistakes you both made.” He rumbles, tilting his head a bit as he slides his leg off the windowsill and sits a bit more fully, bracing his arms along his thighs as he mulls over his thoughts once again – having never quite been good at words when he wants to be. “I’m getting married soon. Again. To the guy I cheated on Phoebe with and to the woman that kissed me at the altar before I found you and Phoebe.” He hums, tilting his head up to look at Harper – sure that the other man remembered that ordeal. “She’s a year younger I think, Nate’s older than I am. But we made mistakes, y’know. I do, all the fucking time. But love is about fucking up and working through it and becoming stronger. You’re never going to be the perfect one for one another.”
And then, because perhaps what Nate had said when he’d regretted everything that happened when Lusea did come back from the dead, he runs his tongue along his lower lip before he speaks. “And when Luci came here, it was different. We were good, still, yeah. But not perfect. Not like we were before. The pieces didn’t fit right like they used to. But now? I’ve got a pretty good puzzle piece with Nate and Ru, even if things aren’t great all the time.”
“Ah, first time I’ve been told that.” He offers with a crooked smile, almost boyish in nature, before he’s nodding and agreeing silently with the fact that life’s too short. Another nod of agreement to the baby steps comment – because that’s what it took, right? The idea of Lusea’s snide comments, what she might like were she still around, little things here and there. And of course, a partner (or partners in his case) that weren’t upset if he brought them up.
So he focuses instead on the information Harper deals about Phoebe, a slight tilt back and forth of his head as if he’s considering it before his head snaps up and he focuses on Harper with a raise of a dark brow. “The years won’t shorten, no, but the brain development finishes. And after that, what’s the difference between it?” He offers, before mulling over the information of this much older man, a small sigh slipping from him as he goes to rub at his temple while the waves along his arms shimmer and shift with the stars.
“Everyone’s a wrong place at some point, Harper. Surely you know that with your first love and the mistakes you both made.” He rumbles, tilting his head a bit as he slides his leg off the windowsill and sits a bit more fully, bracing his arms along his thighs as he mulls over his thoughts once again – having never quite been good at words when he wants to be. “I’m getting married soon. Again. To the guy I cheated on Phoebe with and to the woman that kissed me at the altar before I found you and Phoebe.” He hums, tilting his head up to look at Harper – sure that the other man remembered that ordeal. “She’s a year younger I think, Nate’s older than I am. But we made mistakes, y’know. I do, all the fucking time. But love is about fucking up and working through it and becoming stronger. You’re never going to be the perfect one for one another.”
And then, because perhaps what Nate had said when he’d regretted everything that happened when Lusea did come back from the dead, he runs his tongue along his lower lip before he speaks. “And when Luci came here, it was different. We were good, still, yeah. But not perfect. Not like we were before. The pieces didn’t fit right like they used to. But now? I’ve got a pretty good puzzle piece with Nate and Ru, even if things aren’t great all the time.”
love will save you, but it won't save me
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.
