SUNJATA
the flood
all the drinkin' and the druggin' and the black and the red
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
He’s glad too, unsure of where he would be without the witch. But at the same time, the man doesn’t know where he’d be without Melita, too, and it’s that thought that has him fracturing. Because if he lost Nate, if he lost her, what remained? All he can do is fixate on something, breaking and shattering, inhaling and piecing it together again.
“I thought he was.” Sunjata says quietly, thinking of the alternative where it had been a facade, a facade so well done that he couldn’t see past it. But there’s no logic here, not in the way his mind is shifting and moving. And he takes a shuddering inhale, finding her hand on the table and lacing his fingers through it, staring at the wood.
But he does have Melita, at least, until something happened. Because it inevitably would. So he tries to cling to her here. “I’m sorry the house burned down.” Because they’d been trying to avoid the shadows of their past and it had ruined the place he’d given Melita, a place for herself for her things and her alone. A home that was now destroyed and left in rubble atop the hill. “It was an accident.”
“I thought he was.” Sunjata says quietly, thinking of the alternative where it had been a facade, a facade so well done that he couldn’t see past it. But there’s no logic here, not in the way his mind is shifting and moving. And he takes a shuddering inhale, finding her hand on the table and lacing his fingers through it, staring at the wood.
But he does have Melita, at least, until something happened. Because it inevitably would. So he tries to cling to her here. “I’m sorry the house burned down.” Because they’d been trying to avoid the shadows of their past and it had ruined the place he’d given Melita, a place for herself for her things and her alone. A home that was now destroyed and left in rubble atop the hill. “It was an accident.”
i think i'm losin' too much
but there's just never enough
but there's just never enough
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.
