SuNjATA
the flood
She says she’s positive he’s dead and all Sunjata can do is nod, chew on the inside of his ruined cheek as he inspects the scar on her palm, before his gaze lifts to her face, spies the faded bruising and he moves to stand, the chair pushing back as he goes to cup her face, tilting it so that he can see the bruising in the light of the storm clouds outside. His brows draw together once more, that quiet rage that she’s lucky she isn’t attuned to feel, simmering into something of surprise – one that sparks through the clouds of his gaze into something softer, something more understanding.
The corner of his lips lift in a small half smirk. “Look at that.” He hums, until the amusement fades as he nods, swallowing hard. “He was. He did it to get to you.” He admits quietly, lips shifting into a frown now as he moves to wrap his arms around his sister and pull her in for a hug. “He knew that if he got me and got Luci killed… That Father would give you to him.” All rebellion and what not aside. Gaal had been undercover anyway, after Sunjata had joined the resistance.
But the admission hits a bit harder, the realization that she’d killed her husband in a place like Korofi because of him.
And yet again, Sunjata doesn’t feel like he deserves any of it. “I’m proud of you, Saar.” He says quietly. Murder was one thing, but when it came to those with such darkened souls like Gaals and their father, it was truly a blessing.
He pulls away a fraction from the hug, the armored plates on his skin shifting to smooth feathers, filling out the wing tattoos she knew all too well on his shoulders with true navy plumes. “Mother would be proud of you, too.”
The corner of his lips lift in a small half smirk. “Look at that.” He hums, until the amusement fades as he nods, swallowing hard. “He was. He did it to get to you.” He admits quietly, lips shifting into a frown now as he moves to wrap his arms around his sister and pull her in for a hug. “He knew that if he got me and got Luci killed… That Father would give you to him.” All rebellion and what not aside. Gaal had been undercover anyway, after Sunjata had joined the resistance.
But the admission hits a bit harder, the realization that she’d killed her husband in a place like Korofi because of him.
And yet again, Sunjata doesn’t feel like he deserves any of it. “I’m proud of you, Saar.” He says quietly. Murder was one thing, but when it came to those with such darkened souls like Gaals and their father, it was truly a blessing.
He pulls away a fraction from the hug, the armored plates on his skin shifting to smooth feathers, filling out the wing tattoos she knew all too well on his shoulders with true navy plumes. “Mother would be proud of you, too.”
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
