SUNJATA
i found hope in a hopeless home
found my father but i lost my soul
found my father but i lost my soul
Their paths had taken them in separate ways, had brought him to the eventual god who’d rather Sunjata spend his days with whomever, wherever, tangled in sheets and sharing absolute bliss. Hers had brought her to the goddess she loathed, with little more than to simply be a ghost of who she once was.
Muscles feather in his jaw as he leans against the edge of the wall again, on the outside this time, looking in as he scans her. “I thought we were. Once. A long time ago.” Before feelings got in the middle of it and he refused to be the man she wanted him to be. But he’s silent for a moment before he finds himself pushing off the wall, invading the space of the alcove again toward her, the bags under his eyes heavy and dark. “I don’t want to forget, Maea. Regardless of how it ended, it shaped me.” He’s closer to her now than he has been before. The water from the rain clings to his skin, to his clothes, dripping from his hair to run down the side of his face, the dual sets of earrings in his ears glisten with raindrops as he shakes his head. “I think it depends on whether you want to forget and avoid me or start again as something else.” He sets out the option for her, his steel gaze focused on her face, ready to move should she wish to move past him.
Muscles feather in his jaw as he leans against the edge of the wall again, on the outside this time, looking in as he scans her. “I thought we were. Once. A long time ago.” Before feelings got in the middle of it and he refused to be the man she wanted him to be. But he’s silent for a moment before he finds himself pushing off the wall, invading the space of the alcove again toward her, the bags under his eyes heavy and dark. “I don’t want to forget, Maea. Regardless of how it ended, it shaped me.” He’s closer to her now than he has been before. The water from the rain clings to his skin, to his clothes, dripping from his hair to run down the side of his face, the dual sets of earrings in his ears glisten with raindrops as he shakes his head. “I think it depends on whether you want to forget and avoid me or start again as something else.” He sets out the option for her, his steel gaze focused on her face, ready to move should she wish to move past him.
i tried to trace it, i aimed to scope
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
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.
