SUNJATA
She asks if the fights ever amounted to anything, and he thinks for a moment on how much information to give her. He’s not sure if it matters anymore, but he casually looks over at her across the water – her floating, standing on top of the water body that confuses him, but he says nothing at first. Contemplating. Wondering. “Gaal’s and my fights didn’t end up with much result.” He offers a bit quieter. “But, I also didn’t stay long to find out what happened after everything.” His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.
A face among many, with flame and rampaging buildings from a burning romance that ended with destruction. And he had made it out alive, somehow, by some stretch of the means. And Lusea’s father had managed to destroy the rest. “I was part of a rebellion, so.” He trails off, thoughtful, before Melita begins to echo him – his tongue on her lips enough to spark a bit of pride. He hopes he is there when she uses the terms.
And she croons the words, playful and thoughtful, as Sunjata reaches up with hands drenched in water to run through his hair, slicking it back as she speaks with more flame and fury. He imagines Lusea might like her, but the thought makes him solemn. And he tries to focus on her rather than the impending feeling in his gut.
“Baie goed.” He rumbles to her, a tilt to his head. “Miskien meer lesse en jy kan praat oor almal agter hulle rug? Dit is nogal lekker.” The corners of his lips lift in a smirk before he takes another deep breath to translate in a slightly accented voice. “Very good. Perhaps more lessons and you can talk about anyone behind their backs? It’s quite fun.” He repeats, watching her with his steel eyes – wondering how Gaal could have produced such a youth.
And he wonders if she’ll end up like him, or take after her mother.
A face among many, with flame and rampaging buildings from a burning romance that ended with destruction. And he had made it out alive, somehow, by some stretch of the means. And Lusea’s father had managed to destroy the rest. “I was part of a rebellion, so.” He trails off, thoughtful, before Melita begins to echo him – his tongue on her lips enough to spark a bit of pride. He hopes he is there when she uses the terms.
And she croons the words, playful and thoughtful, as Sunjata reaches up with hands drenched in water to run through his hair, slicking it back as she speaks with more flame and fury. He imagines Lusea might like her, but the thought makes him solemn. And he tries to focus on her rather than the impending feeling in his gut.
“Baie goed.” He rumbles to her, a tilt to his head. “Miskien meer lesse en jy kan praat oor almal agter hulle rug? Dit is nogal lekker.” The corners of his lips lift in a smirk before he takes another deep breath to translate in a slightly accented voice. “Very good. Perhaps more lessons and you can talk about anyone behind their backs? It’s quite fun.” He repeats, watching her with his steel eyes – wondering how Gaal could have produced such a youth.
And he wonders if she’ll end up like him, or take after her mother.
the deeper you dig, the darker it gets
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.
