SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Despite the way his mind is torn in multiple directions, he does manage to grimace slightly at her half joke, the truth clear enough in his gaze and body language that he doesn’t deny her the truth of that. Instead, he puffs out a quiet sigh, a nod given before he’s reaching out to try and grasp her hand. He succeeds, craving the connection and needing it over much of anything else. As for him not needing to thank her, that’s fine. He needed to for himself, to remind himself of the things she’s done that he can’t forget.
His gaze lifts to her as she leans against the table and smiles to him – he can’t quite muster up the ability himself to smile to her in return just yet, but there’s understanding in his eyes. “I’m bad at reaching out. I will try to be… Better about it.” He offers her, gaze dropping to their hands as she curls her fingers beneath his and nudges him. “Don’t be sorry.” He says abruptly, letting his gaze lift to her face again, brows drawn together.
“Honestly it’s probably the only way to get through this thick skull of mine.” He tries to jest, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “It’s uh… Hard not to.” Here he manages the frown, shaking his head. He releases her hand, leans back in his chair and rests his hands flat on the table. “That’s not your fault though.” If anything it was his father’s, for beating it into his head for twenty years.
His gaze lifts to her as she leans against the table and smiles to him – he can’t quite muster up the ability himself to smile to her in return just yet, but there’s understanding in his eyes. “I’m bad at reaching out. I will try to be… Better about it.” He offers her, gaze dropping to their hands as she curls her fingers beneath his and nudges him. “Don’t be sorry.” He says abruptly, letting his gaze lift to her face again, brows drawn together.
“Honestly it’s probably the only way to get through this thick skull of mine.” He tries to jest, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “It’s uh… Hard not to.” Here he manages the frown, shaking his head. He releases her hand, leans back in his chair and rests his hands flat on the table. “That’s not your fault though.” If anything it was his father’s, for beating it into his head for twenty years.
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.
