SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He’s content to ignore whatever else she says, until she offers the quip of something he isn’t expecting, and he finds himself drowning in the new glass of liquor as she mutters her finding. It pangs something deep within him, having not quite understood the gravity of his disappearance in the sea so fully before. He’s almost ashamed he’s become to easy to read, but never ashamed to find the similarities between himself and Nate. They were one in the same, two sides of the same coin.
He still can’t help the slight grimace that crosses his face, though, the empty glass set on the table as he pushes the papers around into a pile so he can give her most of his attention now, even if his head swims. “We both… We both lost someone very close to us under horrible circumstances. And it was hell getting out of it, okay? I don’t… It broke me to do it. I don’t want to do it again.” And it had broken Nate, too, for a time until he’d risen back on the edge of the Fingers, drowned and wounded. “I’m not used to getting things that I get to call my own. It’s always been taken away, so I get attached.” He frowns, thinking of the times he did get to call Nate his, thinking of the time his father had kidnapped Nate as well. Yet another thing Sunjata hardly got to keep without it breaking in the process.
He’s silent a moment longer, though, Aurelia passing over the reason why she punched Ronin and the conversation of Hotaru leaving, and all he can do is sit there and stare at her while the alcohol swims in his gaze. “Look. I’m sorry, okay?” He says after a moment, sighing heavily and rubbing at his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long slow sigh. “I’ve broken into so many pieces that it’s hard to fit them back into something again.” The admission is quiet, it comes out nearly a whisper but loud enough for Aurelia to hear.
He still can’t help the slight grimace that crosses his face, though, the empty glass set on the table as he pushes the papers around into a pile so he can give her most of his attention now, even if his head swims. “We both… We both lost someone very close to us under horrible circumstances. And it was hell getting out of it, okay? I don’t… It broke me to do it. I don’t want to do it again.” And it had broken Nate, too, for a time until he’d risen back on the edge of the Fingers, drowned and wounded. “I’m not used to getting things that I get to call my own. It’s always been taken away, so I get attached.” He frowns, thinking of the times he did get to call Nate his, thinking of the time his father had kidnapped Nate as well. Yet another thing Sunjata hardly got to keep without it breaking in the process.
He’s silent a moment longer, though, Aurelia passing over the reason why she punched Ronin and the conversation of Hotaru leaving, and all he can do is sit there and stare at her while the alcohol swims in his gaze. “Look. I’m sorry, okay?” He says after a moment, sighing heavily and rubbing at his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long slow sigh. “I’ve broken into so many pieces that it’s hard to fit them back into something again.” The admission is quiet, it comes out nearly a whisper but loud enough for Aurelia to hear.
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.
