SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“I may take you up on that.” Sunjata offers quietly, before the spiral fully takes hold. If there was someone that he wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on Kamaria, for better or worse it’s Aurelia. Provided she can withstand his attempts to push her out, to distance himself from those he’ll hurt more.
But Aurelia is smart, and as he begins to make his spiral known, his fears out in the open, she responds in kind. “I can’t.” He tells her point blank. He can't live with the decision if Nate decides not to come back. And it would take a lot to keep him going, a shell of a man forced to raise his daughter, with nothing else there for him. It would be some kind of cruel, slow death.
The drinks arrive and Sunjata already begins to reach for his, wondering if it would be wise to down the entire thing or whether he should try to take his time with it, when his words ignite a sharpness from Aurelia. And were he shifted into his dog shift or panther shift? His ears would be pinned as his gaze lifts to meet her jade hues. She explains it so bluntly that he doesn’t know what to say, his lips twitching with the start of words that never fall from his lips. And then she continues on and Sunjata decides ‘fuck it’ and drains the glass.
“Why did you punch Ronin?” He asks at first, lifting his gaze, trying not to shut down completely in her whirlwind. “And Hotaru has gone back to Halo, so.” She likely wouldn’t be reaching out to the smuggler any time soon. And as the rest of her words reflect in his mind, he leans back and stares at the ceiling with a long slow sigh. “I think you made a pretty shitty investment.”
But Aurelia is smart, and as he begins to make his spiral known, his fears out in the open, she responds in kind. “I can’t.” He tells her point blank. He can't live with the decision if Nate decides not to come back. And it would take a lot to keep him going, a shell of a man forced to raise his daughter, with nothing else there for him. It would be some kind of cruel, slow death.
The drinks arrive and Sunjata already begins to reach for his, wondering if it would be wise to down the entire thing or whether he should try to take his time with it, when his words ignite a sharpness from Aurelia. And were he shifted into his dog shift or panther shift? His ears would be pinned as his gaze lifts to meet her jade hues. She explains it so bluntly that he doesn’t know what to say, his lips twitching with the start of words that never fall from his lips. And then she continues on and Sunjata decides ‘fuck it’ and drains the glass.
“Why did you punch Ronin?” He asks at first, lifting his gaze, trying not to shut down completely in her whirlwind. “And Hotaru has gone back to Halo, so.” She likely wouldn’t be reaching out to the smuggler any time soon. And as the rest of her words reflect in his mind, he leans back and stares at the ceiling with a long slow sigh. “I think you made a pretty shitty investment.”
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
