we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
“We do.” Sunjata assures her, pausing before they reach the doorstep to grab a bit of the snow along the porch, shaping it with one hand and watching as it begins to take its previous form, aiming to flatten out against his palm. But his gaze drifts back toward her as he tries to shake it out of his hand, shifting to face her and kneel on the edge of the porch so he’s more eye level with her, and next to the snow in case she wants to explore it a bit more. Gods knew there wasn’t any snow in Torchline, after all.
A garden, though, makes the grin on his face grow a bit wider and he reaches for a bit more of the snow to make a small little snowman on the top of the porch as if the next time they leave and return, they’d be greeted by old friends (because Haai certainly wasn’t around to greet them anymore, another thought of whether he should bring her to Haai’s grave or not). “Nate was planning a garden…” He muses thoughtfully, his freehand reaching up to tap at his chin. “I think he’d love your help with it.” They were all a family after all, weren’t they?
The carrots comment does arise a huff of a laugh from him, his breath clouding in front of his face. “Carrots are only good when they’re cooked with a lot of sugar.” But then it makes them certainly not good for anybody. “What kind of berries do you want to grow?” He asks, giving her his full attention.
A garden, though, makes the grin on his face grow a bit wider and he reaches for a bit more of the snow to make a small little snowman on the top of the porch as if the next time they leave and return, they’d be greeted by old friends (because Haai certainly wasn’t around to greet them anymore, another thought of whether he should bring her to Haai’s grave or not). “Nate was planning a garden…” He muses thoughtfully, his freehand reaching up to tap at his chin. “I think he’d love your help with it.” They were all a family after all, weren’t they?
The carrots comment does arise a huff of a laugh from him, his breath clouding in front of his face. “Carrots are only good when they’re cooked with a lot of sugar.” But then it makes them certainly not good for anybody. “What kind of berries do you want to grow?” He asks, giving her his full attention.
but by now we know it's never gonna change
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
i'm not trying to complain, i'm just saying it's a waste
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.
