we keep on doing this again and again
the same old things expecting something different
the same old things expecting something different
There is a moment where Sunjata freezes behind the smile of the mask he’s given to Edmund, positive that behind the smile the young boy wouldn’t be able to see the moment of quiet panic that goes through Sunjata’s mind at that. Too close to a shrine and suddenly they’re bigger? His mind drifts to his twins at home, but he’s still present, offering the smile as he kneels down to one knee, huffing a small laugh in fact at the way Edmund comments that he doesn’t believe him.
It’s so fast when Edmund’s arms are suddenly thrown around his scarred and tattooed neck, and an arm slips around Edmund’s middle to give him a tight hug back (not too tight, of course, Sunjata knows he’s strong but he isn’t aiming to squeeze the poor child to death). Eventually, though, the hug is over and Sunjata’s first thought hits the forefront of his mind. “Is your mum around?” He asks curiously, scanning behind Edmund as if he might see the woman slip out from the cover of the trees.
And if she doesn’t, well, this close to Edmund he can spy those grey blue eyes that match his in this light and all he can offer is a quiet raise of his brow. “Or did you come out here all by yourself?” Because certainly that would need to be rectified, and if Edmund wanted to explore… Well, Sunjata could chauffer, make sure the boy made it out of Apopo without getting hurt.
It’s so fast when Edmund’s arms are suddenly thrown around his scarred and tattooed neck, and an arm slips around Edmund’s middle to give him a tight hug back (not too tight, of course, Sunjata knows he’s strong but he isn’t aiming to squeeze the poor child to death). Eventually, though, the hug is over and Sunjata’s first thought hits the forefront of his mind. “Is your mum around?” He asks curiously, scanning behind Edmund as if he might see the woman slip out from the cover of the trees.
And if she doesn’t, well, this close to Edmund he can spy those grey blue eyes that match his in this light and all he can offer is a quiet raise of his brow. “Or did you come out here all by yourself?” Because certainly that would need to be rectified, and if Edmund wanted to explore… Well, Sunjata could chauffer, make sure the boy made it out of Apopo without getting hurt.
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.
