SuNJATA
the flood
Her apology is greeted with a nod. He’d gotten past it, dealt with it, Lusea had helped immensely as well as the Resistance, it had helped him fall into the good graces with them because he hadn’t offered up the location of their headquarters. It had helped him, in the fact that even despite how much the Resistance wasn’t fond of him, that nobody should have to watch their mothers die. It inspired more anger, more hatred toward his father, and they suddenly had something far more in common than just the words over his dislike. They had proof, now.
Her inquiry wondering what happened next is greeted with a small nostalgic smile despite the sorrowful blip of his tale, and he continues to work on the wall with Melita’s help as he figures out how to respond to it. “I think we just talked all night?” He rumbles, though the memory was incredibly hazy due to alcohol and how long it had been since that night. “But a few weeks later I decided to go back to training. I hadn’t seen Lusea since that night, I’d stayed in my room for the most part. And I was put up against a few people I’ve never fought against. I… Fought hard, didn’t back down when I should have, and on the third opponent I ended up blacking out again and getting a concussion.” A quiet hum of amusement lingers in it.
“I woke up… I don’t know how long it had been, but Lusea was there again, they’d moved me to some medical place and she had fallen asleep with her head on my arm. And her father arrived and told us to cut the bullshit and talk about it. And me, being daft and unaware, thought he was talking about the alcohol she’d stolen, when it was about our feelings for one another in the end. To which Lusea denied initially.” A breathy laugh leaves him, figuring Melita despite what little she knew of Lusea would understand that fiery denial that would linger hard and strong before chipping away slowly.
Her inquiry wondering what happened next is greeted with a small nostalgic smile despite the sorrowful blip of his tale, and he continues to work on the wall with Melita’s help as he figures out how to respond to it. “I think we just talked all night?” He rumbles, though the memory was incredibly hazy due to alcohol and how long it had been since that night. “But a few weeks later I decided to go back to training. I hadn’t seen Lusea since that night, I’d stayed in my room for the most part. And I was put up against a few people I’ve never fought against. I… Fought hard, didn’t back down when I should have, and on the third opponent I ended up blacking out again and getting a concussion.” A quiet hum of amusement lingers in it.
“I woke up… I don’t know how long it had been, but Lusea was there again, they’d moved me to some medical place and she had fallen asleep with her head on my arm. And her father arrived and told us to cut the bullshit and talk about it. And me, being daft and unaware, thought he was talking about the alcohol she’d stolen, when it was about our feelings for one another in the end. To which Lusea denied initially.” A breathy laugh leaves him, figuring Melita despite what little she knew of Lusea would understand that fiery denial that would linger hard and strong before chipping away slowly.
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.
