SUNJATA
angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free
Hotaru might not be drunk enough, but Sunjata’s on that cusp, noticing immediately the change to her posture as it slips from his lips — but he’d never kept it a secret. Everyone knew. He’d intended to keep it temporary until Nate decided what he wanted do, and as for Hotaru? Sunjata had crossed her off the list. It’s what he had assumed she wanted. But even now with her reaction and the way she stiffens, the brief memories of that letter she’d sent, it crosses within him as he shakes his head slightly, an arm rising to drape around the back of her space in the booth, body angling toward her a bit more and close enough she could likely scent the alcohol wafting from him and his loosened touch of the attuned bond that seeps from him as if it’s the flare of an alarm.
And given the fact that he’s quite a bit buzzed, it’s the only reason the next few words slip from his lips. “I had only assumed it was work for her.” But the but weighs heavily on his tongue and he shakes his head away from it, fingers digging into the cushion behind Hotaru. “I didn’t know about Locke until Nate came back.” It’s still a thought that has him somewhat uncomfortable, regardless of the jealousy that sparks from him when he thinks of the other Attuned.
Still, he heaves a quiet sigh. “Maeve assured me that Edmund was Locke’s, but the people of Torchline assumed otherwise.” He frowns, shaking his head. “I know he isn’t mine. But for whatever reason he’s got…” Here’s where buzzed Sunjata falters and shakes his head, a pulse of upset slipping from his side of the bond. Greyish eyes, when Locke’s are hazel. So Torchline had a fucking field day. And I had a few outbursts with Maeve on the subject. It ends a bit more throaty, more upset than he intends, but he makes to try and withdraw into himself a bit more — a challenge, given everything.
And given the fact that he’s quite a bit buzzed, it’s the only reason the next few words slip from his lips. “I had only assumed it was work for her.” But the but weighs heavily on his tongue and he shakes his head away from it, fingers digging into the cushion behind Hotaru. “I didn’t know about Locke until Nate came back.” It’s still a thought that has him somewhat uncomfortable, regardless of the jealousy that sparks from him when he thinks of the other Attuned.
Still, he heaves a quiet sigh. “Maeve assured me that Edmund was Locke’s, but the people of Torchline assumed otherwise.” He frowns, shaking his head. “I know he isn’t mine. But for whatever reason he’s got…” Here’s where buzzed Sunjata falters and shakes his head, a pulse of upset slipping from his side of the bond. Greyish eyes, when Locke’s are hazel. So Torchline had a fucking field day. And I had a few outbursts with Maeve on the subject. It ends a bit more throaty, more upset than he intends, but he makes to try and withdraw into himself a bit more — a challenge, given everything.
every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?
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.
