darling, can't you see?
I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies
It’s a stormy night, pitch black outside if it weren’t for the lanterns that hang in the streets, the candles and lanterns both lit indoors. It would be a fine night, one that would remind Sunjata so much of Korofi he might have enjoyed the nostalgia if it weren’t for the other memories that trudge up with each lightning strike. He can’t help but to flinch away from the repaired window with each illuminating crack that echoes in the alleys of Haulani. He can’t help but to stretch and clench the fist scarred with lightning each time either.
So he tries to sleep, to block it out. Nate had things to do that kept him away for now, but all was fine. They were cured, Nate would be back, he didn’t worry. Haai lays against his side on the bed, offering warmth and companionship while Sunjata’s sleep is quite fitful, shoulders tense, tossing and turning with each strike of lightning and rumbling of rain. Perhaps sleep had been a bad idea, combining his strike with the horrors of his home, but he’s too far into it now, too much into the darkness and spiraling of his unconscious that he doesn’t know what happens around him.
Whatever it is that’s entrapped him has landed him in a very deep sleep, one that has both he and Haai passed out on the bed, half covered with blankets, one of Haai’s paws outstretched over a crescent shark bite scar on his stomach, the other pressed rather hard against his cheek.
So he tries to sleep, to block it out. Nate had things to do that kept him away for now, but all was fine. They were cured, Nate would be back, he didn’t worry. Haai lays against his side on the bed, offering warmth and companionship while Sunjata’s sleep is quite fitful, shoulders tense, tossing and turning with each strike of lightning and rumbling of rain. Perhaps sleep had been a bad idea, combining his strike with the horrors of his home, but he’s too far into it now, too much into the darkness and spiraling of his unconscious that he doesn’t know what happens around him.
Whatever it is that’s entrapped him has landed him in a very deep sleep, one that has both he and Haai passed out on the bed, half covered with blankets, one of Haai’s paws outstretched over a crescent shark bite scar on his stomach, the other pressed rather hard against his cheek.
and I think I love you
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.
