// so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven,
by the vicar and the company you keep //
by the vicar and the company you keep //
Where Nate’s thanks dies on his tongue, Sunjata dips his head a fraction, clearing his throat in a way that he hopes keeps the tightness from being heard when he speaks. “Thank you.” It falls somewhat flat, the awkwardness of all of it rounding back time and time again. For now, however, his question is aired alongside Nate’s and he finds himself craving another drink if only to warm him up from the cold anxieties inside him.
All he can do is nod as she explains what it was like, too, an understanding there that it wouldn’t feel like much and yet overwhelming all the same. He doesn’t know what it would be like for him, whether it would harbor those same warm memories and dreams or whether it would become a nightmare, from all the wrong he had done in his life.
He’s dragged out of the thoughts when Maea’s gaze lands on him and the question is aired, his gaze flickering over toward Nate at the sharpness in tone. And all he can do is look back to Maea with a humorless, bitter laugh as he shakes his head, reaching up to run a hand through his dark crop of hair, before his hand settles on his neck, covering a compass. “I tried to… She wouldn’t tell me unless I did some ritual to let go of Lusea.” His voice edges with that same sour tone, pausing just enough to chew on the inside of his cheek as his gaze lifts up to her. “Had all these herbs and incense and was told to completely forget her and let her go and then I could go back and hear them.”
And he hasn’t, because he isn’t ready. He doesn’t know if he ever would be.
“And then the volcano blew, life became more chaotic, we got sick and the house burned down with everything in it.” Tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, before his hand is dropping from his neck to reach for his glass and a bottle from the table beside him to pour it into. “Delphia and I argued over it. I doubt she’d even tell me now had I even completed it. What was it she called me, Nate? An incubus?”
All he can do is nod as she explains what it was like, too, an understanding there that it wouldn’t feel like much and yet overwhelming all the same. He doesn’t know what it would be like for him, whether it would harbor those same warm memories and dreams or whether it would become a nightmare, from all the wrong he had done in his life.
He’s dragged out of the thoughts when Maea’s gaze lands on him and the question is aired, his gaze flickering over toward Nate at the sharpness in tone. And all he can do is look back to Maea with a humorless, bitter laugh as he shakes his head, reaching up to run a hand through his dark crop of hair, before his hand settles on his neck, covering a compass. “I tried to… She wouldn’t tell me unless I did some ritual to let go of Lusea.” His voice edges with that same sour tone, pausing just enough to chew on the inside of his cheek as his gaze lifts up to her. “Had all these herbs and incense and was told to completely forget her and let her go and then I could go back and hear them.”
And he hasn’t, because he isn’t ready. He doesn’t know if he ever would be.
“And then the volcano blew, life became more chaotic, we got sick and the house burned down with everything in it.” Tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, before his hand is dropping from his neck to reach for his glass and a bottle from the table beside him to pour it into. “Delphia and I argued over it. I doubt she’d even tell me now had I even completed it. What was it she called me, Nate? An incubus?”
// this is the sin that i will confess to release myself
from consequence and everyone can tell //
from consequence and everyone can tell //
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.
