SUNJATA
your voice is the loudest shout at the head of the line
your voice is all war
He nods to her with understanding lining his steel gaze, drying her off slowly and with gentle hands. He doesn’t know what to say to it — his home has been comprised of all the separate governing houses in the only real city the place had. Each was ruled separate and had their own small borders and skirmishes, and the land was large but open from all sides. The only time they ever handed together it seemed was during times of war. Any other time? Their values clashed, and it was war from within.
And when she talks about her child, he wraps her up in his arms with the towel, tight and comforting and nice, before he places a kiss to the top of her head. He thinks of the candle briefly, having only glanced at it occasionally and never asked any questions. He hadn’t felt the need to, it had never really been any of his business. Hers, the lost child, and Ludo and Mort. But if it made her happy, it made him happy too, and he listens as she mentions it's why she’s clingy — and he tries to lighten the mood, pulling away a bit.
He lowers his head so his eyes can search her own, his hands resting gently on her shoulders and rubbing gently. “I don’t mind.” He tells her softly, as honestly as he could. And it’s true, he doesn’t mind clinginess, only when it gets in the way of his job and the like. But so far? This has been nothing in comparison. If she wanted him to hold her hand, hold her at night, hug her randomly in public, he would. It didn’t matter to him.
And when she talks about her child, he wraps her up in his arms with the towel, tight and comforting and nice, before he places a kiss to the top of her head. He thinks of the candle briefly, having only glanced at it occasionally and never asked any questions. He hadn’t felt the need to, it had never really been any of his business. Hers, the lost child, and Ludo and Mort. But if it made her happy, it made him happy too, and he listens as she mentions it's why she’s clingy — and he tries to lighten the mood, pulling away a bit.
He lowers his head so his eyes can search her own, his hands resting gently on her shoulders and rubbing gently. “I don’t mind.” He tells her softly, as honestly as he could. And it’s true, he doesn’t mind clinginess, only when it gets in the way of his job and the like. But so far? This has been nothing in comparison. If she wanted him to hold her hand, hold her at night, hug her randomly in public, he would. It didn’t matter to him.
and and they love you for it
your voice is breaking but it is holy
boy born for revolution
all you have to do is burn
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.
