SuNJATA
the flood
The first time she’d died, he’d become closed off to the thought of her, the idea of her. Closed off to the things he did in Korofi, especially upon entering Caido. But things were different now – there were people here that knew her, knew he was with her, in a way that he couldn’t escape from like before. And when they asked, well, he couldn’t just pretend it was a secret, because at the end of the day he’d want the truth of who she was out there. She could be brash, stubborn, fiery, and sometimes it didn’t quite mesh with others. He’d rather have that lovely side of her shown, the one that could’ve conquered the world.
Still, he snorts when she gives him a wry grin, mentioning that he was enough the same, and he shakes his head slightly with it as well. He wasn’t, though. He had been similar in some ways, sure, but she had changed so much about him – the rebellion, the makeshift family, the atonement for his sins of being born on the wrong side of the line, with a name that struck anger and fear in so many. And he had become a product of it, needing to prove himself otherwise, and it had taken time.
Time of which, Hotaru asks next. He gives her a small nod, eyes drifting back toward the glass in his hand as he recalls the events that lead up to it. “It took me a few months to win her over, and it wasn’t until her father gave me a shot that she started to pay attention.” A subtle way of her trust in her father, that if he thought that Sunjata was okay, that he probably was. “The Senzaok house had strict rules for their families, most of all being the only marks on your body should be the scars of your battle. Never tattoos, never anything else, no piercings, nothing. And first thing I did after getting the option of helping with the resistance under Lusea’s father’s watch, I went and got the wing tattoos. I think that's when she realized.” A slight nostalgic memory, but it doesn’t bring a smile to his face. It inflicts a small amount more sorrow.
“The compasses were added later, those specifically for Lusea. But the wings were, are, mine.” The freedom of being away from his tyrant of a father. “I think I started getting close to her when I was twenty, took about five months after joining the resistance before it all happened. And we were together until I was twenty three, when we were captured and she was killed the first time.” He feels like he’s rambling, but… It felt good to explain it all, to not expect to be coddled, but understood. “Then I spent about three years in self-exile from Korofi, in the neighboring country called Dorobo.” Another brief pause, taking a deep drink from the glass before he focuses on her again. “And then I ended up here last… Longheat I think it was. Lusea came back early Deepfrost.” It had been too short of a time, honestly.
Still, he snorts when she gives him a wry grin, mentioning that he was enough the same, and he shakes his head slightly with it as well. He wasn’t, though. He had been similar in some ways, sure, but she had changed so much about him – the rebellion, the makeshift family, the atonement for his sins of being born on the wrong side of the line, with a name that struck anger and fear in so many. And he had become a product of it, needing to prove himself otherwise, and it had taken time.
Time of which, Hotaru asks next. He gives her a small nod, eyes drifting back toward the glass in his hand as he recalls the events that lead up to it. “It took me a few months to win her over, and it wasn’t until her father gave me a shot that she started to pay attention.” A subtle way of her trust in her father, that if he thought that Sunjata was okay, that he probably was. “The Senzaok house had strict rules for their families, most of all being the only marks on your body should be the scars of your battle. Never tattoos, never anything else, no piercings, nothing. And first thing I did after getting the option of helping with the resistance under Lusea’s father’s watch, I went and got the wing tattoos. I think that's when she realized.” A slight nostalgic memory, but it doesn’t bring a smile to his face. It inflicts a small amount more sorrow.
“The compasses were added later, those specifically for Lusea. But the wings were, are, mine.” The freedom of being away from his tyrant of a father. “I think I started getting close to her when I was twenty, took about five months after joining the resistance before it all happened. And we were together until I was twenty three, when we were captured and she was killed the first time.” He feels like he’s rambling, but… It felt good to explain it all, to not expect to be coddled, but understood. “Then I spent about three years in self-exile from Korofi, in the neighboring country called Dorobo.” Another brief pause, taking a deep drink from the glass before he focuses on her again. “And then I ended up here last… Longheat I think it was. Lusea came back early Deepfrost.” It had been too short of a time, honestly.
love will save you, but it won't save me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
