SuNJATA
the flood
He remains silent while she tells him that time doesn’t diminish the wrongness, and he doesn’t know what to say to that. There’s nothing to say. He remains in that period of uncertainty while he asks her to not be angry, that the past is the past is nothing to be said. But it doesn’t go well, not the way he thinks it should as she smolders and simmers, admitting his mistakes and how he isn’t to blame. She goes the extra bit to cup his cheek and get him to actually look at her, and when he does, her dual toned flaming eyes meet cool, shadowed slate. “Aren’t I?” He asks quietly, weaker; softer than she's ever heard before.
It was all his fault, he was simply atoning for his sins of a previous life. It’s almost as if he physically and emotionally can’t understand how it wasn’t his fault. But he doesn’t expect it to go the way it does, not as his gaze shutters along her pale face while she rages and rages and rages. He tries to calm her frantic emotions, quickening breaths, but he’s unable to as she compares the histories and his breath hitches slightly.
His lips form a fine line, and he still can’t quite see the comparison drawn. “No. it wouldn’t.” He agrees sadly, fingers trailing along her shoulder from where he’d previously tucked her hair behind her ear. And she falls against him, giving in, and he holds her tight as he rests his head along her own as she clings to him and huffs her frustrations, holding her close to him as he filters through his thoughts.
He closes his eyes eventually, sighing lightly despite the raging storm Hotaru has become, as he gives into the flood waters he was born from, a still overwhelming presence. “I feel like I deserve it.” His voice is gravely, laced thickly with his accent, pressing his cheek into the crown of her hair.
It was all his fault, he was simply atoning for his sins of a previous life. It’s almost as if he physically and emotionally can’t understand how it wasn’t his fault. But he doesn’t expect it to go the way it does, not as his gaze shutters along her pale face while she rages and rages and rages. He tries to calm her frantic emotions, quickening breaths, but he’s unable to as she compares the histories and his breath hitches slightly.
His lips form a fine line, and he still can’t quite see the comparison drawn. “No. it wouldn’t.” He agrees sadly, fingers trailing along her shoulder from where he’d previously tucked her hair behind her ear. And she falls against him, giving in, and he holds her tight as he rests his head along her own as she clings to him and huffs her frustrations, holding her close to him as he filters through his thoughts.
He closes his eyes eventually, sighing lightly despite the raging storm Hotaru has become, as he gives into the flood waters he was born from, a still overwhelming presence. “I feel like I deserve it.” His voice is gravely, laced thickly with his accent, pressing his cheek into the crown of her hair.
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.
