SuNJATA
the flood
She remains silent, and internally he wonders if she’s raging like he would have once upon a time. If she misses the chance she would have had with Lusea, to get to know the fiery woman, to learn, to grow. How the two of them would have taken Melita under their wings, moved on with their lives with the bar and everything else. At least he was still here, trying to keep it together, to keep her close now that he’d lost the only other piece of Korofi he had again.
But when he glances to her, he can see the tightness of her jaw, how he does the same with news he doesn’t like, with figuring out how to deal with those overwhelming, overbearing emotions. And the way she looks at him when he approves, he can see the storms raging behind, where his were steel and fortified, cold and sharp, masks put into place to harm and protect, because Sunjata had been taken advantage of far too much and he wasn’t going to let it start again now.
She doesn’t smile to him either, instead she begins the task, and Sunjata finds that he can’t particularly deal with the silence, with the elephant in the room, with the shreds of fury and anger he can feel tensing the air. “Do you want to talk about her?” He asks quietly. He wants to talk about her. He wants to tell Melita everything about her, what she’d done for him, what he’d become because of her. Perhaps a lesson of Korofi was in order while they worked on this.
But when he glances to her, he can see the tightness of her jaw, how he does the same with news he doesn’t like, with figuring out how to deal with those overwhelming, overbearing emotions. And the way she looks at him when he approves, he can see the storms raging behind, where his were steel and fortified, cold and sharp, masks put into place to harm and protect, because Sunjata had been taken advantage of far too much and he wasn’t going to let it start again now.
She doesn’t smile to him either, instead she begins the task, and Sunjata finds that he can’t particularly deal with the silence, with the elephant in the room, with the shreds of fury and anger he can feel tensing the air. “Do you want to talk about her?” He asks quietly. He wants to talk about her. He wants to tell Melita everything about her, what she’d done for him, what he’d become because of her. Perhaps a lesson of Korofi was in order while they worked on this.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
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.
