SuNJATA
the flood
There’s a brief, almost sad chuckle that leaves him at her comment. And he nods, head tilting slightly as he thinks on it, a moment of thought that wants to erupt though he’s uncertain if he should. After a moment, he realizes he’s told her quite a bit more than he ever thought he would – likewise she had done the same. And so he nods once more, that crooked sad smile crossing his face again as he fiddles with the glass. “Yeah, well. I’m sure she’d simply just enjoy me spending my time with someone like you rather than the company I kept before she arrived.” His gaze lifts to hers, a pause as he recalls how Lusea had told him time and time again that Phoebe had made him soft.
He doesn’t dwell on it for long, not as they confess some of the deepest, darker thoughts they’d shared, and her comment of how they were both here garners yet another nod from him as he touches her hand – the pressure of his thumb drifting along her palm. “And yet.” He supplies simply. Both breathing. Both there. Both alive. They’d made it out even if they drifted to those darker thoughts time and time again. They’d always won.
His glass bumps briefly against hers in their small, saddened toast, to different worlds and lives lived separately, hopefully better. But he still manages yet another almost saddened hint of a chuckle at her comment. His hand leaves hers to run through his dark hair before he applies some pressure to his temple as he shakes his head. “Mmm, she did. Too much. She also repeated it through Mort’s daughter when I found out she’d died.” He rumbles almost thoughtfully, shaking his head again with a snort.
But regardless, he gives her a more straight forward, honest look, telling her to tell him if Thranduil ever finds his way onto these shores, through these portals. And he’s surprised to be able to see a small amount of the shyness from her at the slight growl of a threat beneath his words, but he covers it with a slight smirk. It didn’t matter if he saw him first or last, all that mattered was that if the man was here somewhere, Sunjata would find him.
Possibly end him, hard to say.
Still, Hotaru manages a smile and Sunjata’s head inclines to her slightly at her underlying message. “Nor did I. Though… It was either here or spending the hundredth night alone in the bar, drunk and making terrible mistakes.” He rumbles with a slight shake of his head. Another reference to one of their prior conversations. He’d chosen her tonight.
He doesn’t dwell on it for long, not as they confess some of the deepest, darker thoughts they’d shared, and her comment of how they were both here garners yet another nod from him as he touches her hand – the pressure of his thumb drifting along her palm. “And yet.” He supplies simply. Both breathing. Both there. Both alive. They’d made it out even if they drifted to those darker thoughts time and time again. They’d always won.
His glass bumps briefly against hers in their small, saddened toast, to different worlds and lives lived separately, hopefully better. But he still manages yet another almost saddened hint of a chuckle at her comment. His hand leaves hers to run through his dark hair before he applies some pressure to his temple as he shakes his head. “Mmm, she did. Too much. She also repeated it through Mort’s daughter when I found out she’d died.” He rumbles almost thoughtfully, shaking his head again with a snort.
But regardless, he gives her a more straight forward, honest look, telling her to tell him if Thranduil ever finds his way onto these shores, through these portals. And he’s surprised to be able to see a small amount of the shyness from her at the slight growl of a threat beneath his words, but he covers it with a slight smirk. It didn’t matter if he saw him first or last, all that mattered was that if the man was here somewhere, Sunjata would find him.
Possibly end him, hard to say.
Still, Hotaru manages a smile and Sunjata’s head inclines to her slightly at her underlying message. “Nor did I. Though… It was either here or spending the hundredth night alone in the bar, drunk and making terrible mistakes.” He rumbles with a slight shake of his head. Another reference to one of their prior conversations. He’d chosen her tonight.
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.
