SUNJATA
the flood
To make him stronger. It’s a mantra that keeps running around his mind, one that in his fevered state makes him want to shy away from it. So he focuses on the scars, on Vai’s acceptance of it where he has none, and his lip quivers slightly. “I want it gone.” He repeats, staring down at the pale scar that spans his palm. “Can you take it away? I don’t want it as part of my story. I don’t want her as a part of my story.” He doesn’t want to remember it every time he looks at his hand, with a new scar over it with Nate’s scar. He just wants Nate’s.
His gaze lifts then to hers as she runs her fingers along his forehead, a bead of sweat dripping down from his temple that runs to his jaw. “I can rest after.” He can see the shifting and melding of her face, of bright blue eyes that meld to a greenish hue, the way her curled hair shifts longer and shorter, and he has to look away — afraid that when he looks at her next she won’t be who he thinks she is.
His gaze lifts then to hers as she runs her fingers along his forehead, a bead of sweat dripping down from his temple that runs to his jaw. “I can rest after.” He can see the shifting and melding of her face, of bright blue eyes that meld to a greenish hue, the way her curled hair shifts longer and shorter, and he has to look away — afraid that when he looks at her next she won’t be who he thinks she is.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
