right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
Leaving for the Ark at least means that he’ll be back at some point, and Sunjata carefully watches Maeve as his question is aired, waiting for the ball to drop – because it seemed to always fall for him. The mention of Phoebe has him blinking a fraction, becoming less of a pillar as he lifts the glass to his lips again, taking in her math along with his own and actually breathing a sigh of relief, even as his veins still feel as if they’re full of ice. “I see.” He replies instead of oh thank the gods.
Probably better that way.
Her assurances over Locke definitely being the father, though, have him sitting forward to fill his glass again with the rum, leaned forward enough that his elbows can rest on his knees when he tilts his head back toward her. “Well, congratulations.” Now he can say it, now that he knows it isn’t throwing his life into yet another spiral. “And you should tell him, when he’s back from the Ark.” Sunjata knows that he would want to know, though he doesn’t dare speak for Locke.
Hell, back before Phoebe and him had gotten married there had been a time where Phoebe had been pregnant with his child if it weren’t for the blight. He had wanted to know then, even if he didn’t want children. And whether it even resulted in being together with her or not, he’d still want to be a part of the child’s life. “Until then, you have your support system here. With the Halenani and its workers.”
Probably better that way.
Her assurances over Locke definitely being the father, though, have him sitting forward to fill his glass again with the rum, leaned forward enough that his elbows can rest on his knees when he tilts his head back toward her. “Well, congratulations.” Now he can say it, now that he knows it isn’t throwing his life into yet another spiral. “And you should tell him, when he’s back from the Ark.” Sunjata knows that he would want to know, though he doesn’t dare speak for Locke.
Hell, back before Phoebe and him had gotten married there had been a time where Phoebe had been pregnant with his child if it weren’t for the blight. He had wanted to know then, even if he didn’t want children. And whether it even resulted in being together with her or not, he’d still want to be a part of the child’s life. “Until then, you have your support system here. With the Halenani and its workers.”
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
SUNJATA
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.
