SuNJATA
the flood
She shuffles nearer to the table, and his head tilts slightly to regard her a bit better – silver eyes shadowed yet light, as though her presence is simply chasing them away, slowly but surely. He still manages a soft chuckle at the comment before he shrugs lightly, reaching for the glass briefly to finish the rest of what was in it. “I was with Phoebe, the midwife, for a couple of seasons. And right after I had started to open up to her about who Lusea was, she comes home with someone that needed a place to stay.” His eyes flit up to meet her dual toned ones. “I rounded the corner of the house to ask if I should prepare something, when she was there.” It’s clear he means Lusea, not Phoebe in this instance. “It took some explaining to tell Lusea it had been years and not days since she’d died, if only for an effort of her to not tear out Phoebe’s throat. And Phoebe ended up just grabbing her things and leaving, stating she was going to go somewhere else since Lusea was here.” Shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.
“Phoebe had the blight during that time, and I left… Obviously, because Lusea was there with me again. But I went back to try and plant flowers, roses for her. Because I cared, you know?” His gaze drifts away from her then with a slight tilt to his head. “I helped her try to figure out the blight for so many months. I think that’s how I got it too.” A small frown before he shakes his head, trying to tear those thoughts away as his hand reaches for her, the gentle touch. The conversation shifts and his gaze returns back to her, letting his hand linger in hers.
He doesn’t know what to say to that, but he nods. Understanding. He’d not gotten the chance to before, surprised he had now. Eternally grateful for that small mercy in itself.
But then, she gives him a pointed look, and he brazenly stares back at her, squeezing her hand back at her comment that elicits a slight smirk from the corner of his lip. “Oh? An image?” He rumbles to her, aiming to tug on her hand to pull her closer, the scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol drifting from him like tendrils into the night. “I quite like this mushy side of you.” He teases her gently, though he doesn’t mean anything he says.
“Phoebe had the blight during that time, and I left… Obviously, because Lusea was there with me again. But I went back to try and plant flowers, roses for her. Because I cared, you know?” His gaze drifts away from her then with a slight tilt to his head. “I helped her try to figure out the blight for so many months. I think that’s how I got it too.” A small frown before he shakes his head, trying to tear those thoughts away as his hand reaches for her, the gentle touch. The conversation shifts and his gaze returns back to her, letting his hand linger in hers.
He doesn’t know what to say to that, but he nods. Understanding. He’d not gotten the chance to before, surprised he had now. Eternally grateful for that small mercy in itself.
But then, she gives him a pointed look, and he brazenly stares back at her, squeezing her hand back at her comment that elicits a slight smirk from the corner of his lip. “Oh? An image?” He rumbles to her, aiming to tug on her hand to pull her closer, the scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol drifting from him like tendrils into the night. “I quite like this mushy side of you.” He teases her gently, though he doesn’t mean anything he says.
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.
