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
A lot of that harbors a lot of Sunjata’s trauma as well – the fact he’d been forced to be one of those that takes the children from their parents – to drop them off at the orphanage without so much of an explanation other than the quiet little duplicate that was uttered in reference to them. Adopting Romeo and Amadeus almost felt like an apology, in a way, that the two children that look to he and Nate for survival and love and family almost rights the wrongs he’d done in the past.
He doesn’t know if it counts or not, and luckily she distracts him from the way his thoughts lean into the dark a bit more. “I agree.” Sunjata murmurs gently – because if nothing else, having Kamaria has made him realize he wasn’t his father – that his snapping wasn’t Shaju sneaking out. That he could never become his father the second he’d seen her face. The twins, despite not being his blood, get the same reaction. That dragon within him is protective of all things he considers his – his treasures, his horde.
Not jewels, despite how much jewelry he wears (which is a lot, given the four earrings in his ears, the bracelet on his wrist, the necklace that settles around his neck. “Hm?” He asks when she says his nickname, casting a sidelong glance toward her as the waves crash along the beach at their side and they keep moving forward. His gaze slips from her the second she begins to speak, though, still in capable of letting himself be seen when his emotions flicker across his face. All she’d be able to see is the blank blinks, the swallow, the way his cheek feathers. “I know, Saar. I love you too.” He says softly, giving her arm a light squeeze, tugging her closer to his side. “I’m just a little sensitive right now and everyone always has a piece of mind to tell me how I’m fucking up.” He admits this part a bit quieter.
It was like a long running nightmare of people who thought they knew better giving him their two cents.
He does turn his gaze to look at her, though, working his jaw before he loosens it and the tension in his shoulders he forces out. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were gone.”
He doesn’t know if it counts or not, and luckily she distracts him from the way his thoughts lean into the dark a bit more. “I agree.” Sunjata murmurs gently – because if nothing else, having Kamaria has made him realize he wasn’t his father – that his snapping wasn’t Shaju sneaking out. That he could never become his father the second he’d seen her face. The twins, despite not being his blood, get the same reaction. That dragon within him is protective of all things he considers his – his treasures, his horde.
Not jewels, despite how much jewelry he wears (which is a lot, given the four earrings in his ears, the bracelet on his wrist, the necklace that settles around his neck. “Hm?” He asks when she says his nickname, casting a sidelong glance toward her as the waves crash along the beach at their side and they keep moving forward. His gaze slips from her the second she begins to speak, though, still in capable of letting himself be seen when his emotions flicker across his face. All she’d be able to see is the blank blinks, the swallow, the way his cheek feathers. “I know, Saar. I love you too.” He says softly, giving her arm a light squeeze, tugging her closer to his side. “I’m just a little sensitive right now and everyone always has a piece of mind to tell me how I’m fucking up.” He admits this part a bit quieter.
It was like a long running nightmare of people who thought they knew better giving him their two cents.
He does turn his gaze to look at her, though, working his jaw before he loosens it and the tension in his shoulders he forces out. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were gone.”
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.
