SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
The flash of anger is met with a simmering, choking smoke for the Attuned. And he sits there, trying to piece those jagged pieces together that just won’t fit, when Aurelia’s voice reaches him, quiet and mumbling and he can’t help but to lift his gaze to her, watching her silently as she offers her sympathies, her understanding to the difficulties of what their lives were like.
And for a moment, Sunjata’s lips quirk, his gaze drops back down to the table. “It feels like swimming through mud to get any sort of happiness here.” He utters quietly. He would know what that was like, after all, the time he’d been swallowed up in the mud monster that had attacked Fiat Lux in the Grounds a few years back – before both of his marriages. And still, he can’t help but to feel trapped and drowning again and again.
So he decides something, swallowing hard against a suddenly tight throat. His lightning scarred hand lifts and moves to grasp Aurelia’s where she leaves her hand against the table, trying to grab her hand and her attention. “Thank you, Aurelia. For putting up with me and understanding.” And for her trying to give him hope – a small silver thread that he can cling to.
And for a moment, Sunjata’s lips quirk, his gaze drops back down to the table. “It feels like swimming through mud to get any sort of happiness here.” He utters quietly. He would know what that was like, after all, the time he’d been swallowed up in the mud monster that had attacked Fiat Lux in the Grounds a few years back – before both of his marriages. And still, he can’t help but to feel trapped and drowning again and again.
So he decides something, swallowing hard against a suddenly tight throat. His lightning scarred hand lifts and moves to grasp Aurelia’s where she leaves her hand against the table, trying to grab her hand and her attention. “Thank you, Aurelia. For putting up with me and understanding.” And for her trying to give him hope – a small silver thread that he can cling to.
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.
