// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
Her voice is always a balm, but he keeps his gaze on the waves outside, able to tell by the sound of her voice that she’s not standing beside him. It’s with tired eyes that he does finally look back at her, a sudden shift in her appearance that has his brows furrowing slightly. Yes, there was something different about him. He’d been struck by lightning and was slowly fracturing, feverish and growing more and more exhausted as time went on, unable to sleep.
There’s something in her hand then, his gaze focusing on it, not seeing the starlight for what it is. No, instead, Sunjata finds that he sees what looks like a flower blooming in her hand, one of surprising beauty before it begins to drip red with blood. “What have I done?” He repeats, unsure what she means. “I got struck by lightning, that’s what I’ve done.” He tilts his head at her a brief moment, still thinking it’s a flower in her hand, and he stands — taking a step toward her to close the distance. “I haven’t gone anywhere. I’ve been here making sure Nate’s safe, just as you suggested.” He says, forgetting his trip to the Grounds just a few days before now, frustration evident with the sudden holes in his memory that he’s blamed on the lightning.
There’s something in her hand then, his gaze focusing on it, not seeing the starlight for what it is. No, instead, Sunjata finds that he sees what looks like a flower blooming in her hand, one of surprising beauty before it begins to drip red with blood. “What have I done?” He repeats, unsure what she means. “I got struck by lightning, that’s what I’ve done.” He tilts his head at her a brief moment, still thinking it’s a flower in her hand, and he stands — taking a step toward her to close the distance. “I haven’t gone anywhere. I’ve been here making sure Nate’s safe, just as you suggested.” He says, forgetting his trip to the Grounds just a few days before now, frustration evident with the sudden holes in his memory that he’s blamed on the lightning.
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.
