SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
Nate’s face is set in a stony, hard exterior, and Sunjata would crack at it if it weren’t for the woman that’s suddenly wrapped up in his arms, so all he can do is offer the scraps of thankfulness, of gratitude while he focuses on Saartjie. He parts from her only as Nate approaches to tug the jacket off – Sunjata more than capable of covering his sister until they’re inside. So he continues to send over the pulses of gratitude toward Nate, pulling away from his sister so that she can give the jacket back.
When the jacket is released, Sunjata watches as his sister embraces his husband – even if his husband wasn’t planning on staying – the feeling it sparks within him is something that’s both sorrow and hope. Hope that Nate would come back and Sunjata might be able to do the same, sorrow for the fact that Nate has to leave in the first place.
His words only balm just enough for Sunjata to nod quietly, understanding lingering deep within him. He pulses another sense of just how much he loves Nate, before his arm is slipping around Saartjie’s shoulders, guiding his sister into the house. “C’mon Saar, are you hungry? We can… Get a room set up for you.” He offers, trying to give her a small smile despite the red ringed eyes they both sport, finally feeling some part whole, even if Nate hadn’t returned yet. And the rest of the evening is spent setting up that room, making sure she has everything she needs.
- FIN <3
When the jacket is released, Sunjata watches as his sister embraces his husband – even if his husband wasn’t planning on staying – the feeling it sparks within him is something that’s both sorrow and hope. Hope that Nate would come back and Sunjata might be able to do the same, sorrow for the fact that Nate has to leave in the first place.
His words only balm just enough for Sunjata to nod quietly, understanding lingering deep within him. He pulses another sense of just how much he loves Nate, before his arm is slipping around Saartjie’s shoulders, guiding his sister into the house. “C’mon Saar, are you hungry? We can… Get a room set up for you.” He offers, trying to give her a small smile despite the red ringed eyes they both sport, finally feeling some part whole, even if Nate hadn’t returned yet. And the rest of the evening is spent setting up that room, making sure she has everything she needs.
- FIN <3
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
