SuNJATA
the flood
He takes her apology, unsure how to respond to it. He could say it was okay, that the past was the past, that despite it all he’d still gotten a chance with Lusea again after. But it wasn’t okay, none of it was okay. And so his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, a quiet thanks given to her apology, even though she had nothing to apologize for. But also as though it were some way to make sense of why he’s so set on teaching her the Korofi way – the right way. But he doesn’t comment on it, focusing on the rest of the story.
“We tried to jump from the rooftop but they grabbed us. And a few weeks later, well, they brought us before my father and he killed her.” His jaw clenches slightly before he shakes his head and continues to nail the boards into place with her help. “I held her until she died, and a few hours later after they’d healed me of my injuries, they brought me back into the room and my father told me that he’d arranged a marriage for me and Saar. I was to marry some woman from a different county, and Saar was to marry your father.”
“We tried to jump from the rooftop but they grabbed us. And a few weeks later, well, they brought us before my father and he killed her.” His jaw clenches slightly before he shakes his head and continues to nail the boards into place with her help. “I held her until she died, and a few hours later after they’d healed me of my injuries, they brought me back into the room and my father told me that he’d arranged a marriage for me and Saar. I was to marry some woman from a different county, and Saar was to marry your father.”
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.
