right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
She isn’t hard to pull over and Sunjata’s arm winds around her middle as she curls up against him and the Flood tries to offer her some semblance of comfort, some attempt to dry her tears. Already he can feel her breathing easier and Sunjata remains stretched out, scarred hand running up and down her sides as if it offers some amount of warmth, as if it takes away her problems even for a moment.
He remains silent for some time, though, letting the warmth of the alcohol continue to warm him thoroughly, even paired with her body heat against him. And he finds himself closing his eyes, head tilted against the back cushion of the couch, breathing easily and deep as some sort of tether for her. “Try to be patient. Things will work out.” They have to, don’t they?
He remains silent for some time, though, letting the warmth of the alcohol continue to warm him thoroughly, even paired with her body heat against him. And he finds himself closing his eyes, head tilted against the back cushion of the couch, breathing easily and deep as some sort of tether for her. “Try to be patient. Things will work out.” They have to, don’t they?
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.
