SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
“That was then.” He informs her, giving her a charming grin before he darts for her and envelops her in his embrace once more, pulling her close enough and interlocking his arms behind her at the small of her back, tattooed shoulders rising and falling in a shrug with a cheeky grin falling along the panes of his face when she continues. “Internally, yes. Been drowning since Fiat Lux, so I can’t blame that on you.” He offers with a bit of his faltering smile, wonders if she’d seen how sick he’d been at the wedding, the bags beneath his eyes.
From when he’d been a whale trapped inside a monster of mud, fighting it from the inside out, only to learn that in his attempt to get the people as much healing as they could, that he’d put himself off with smoking and drinking until it became too much and he inquired. And since then, no smoking, no drinking, nothing to make his marriage even the slightest bit more tolerable. Aside from the days he pushes it too far, like here and now, not caring because he has her in his arms, too distracted by the pale skin that blushes and burns beneath his steel gaze.
“But I get checked every week.” He informs her with a small tilt of his horned head, breaking his eye contact with her to inhale another short breath and look to see how far they’d drifted. And they’d drifted away quite a bit. “Hold onto me.” He hums despite her wriggling to get out of her grip. If she holds on, he’d keep one hand around her frame, holding her close against him to battle back against the current to get to the softer, calmer waters they had originally started at, Haai remaining sunbathing over Ludo’s rags and his things, basket floating among the stillness by the shore. There was no doubt he was a powerful swimmer, but she also weighed hardly anything, as reed thin as she was.
From when he’d been a whale trapped inside a monster of mud, fighting it from the inside out, only to learn that in his attempt to get the people as much healing as they could, that he’d put himself off with smoking and drinking until it became too much and he inquired. And since then, no smoking, no drinking, nothing to make his marriage even the slightest bit more tolerable. Aside from the days he pushes it too far, like here and now, not caring because he has her in his arms, too distracted by the pale skin that blushes and burns beneath his steel gaze.
“But I get checked every week.” He informs her with a small tilt of his horned head, breaking his eye contact with her to inhale another short breath and look to see how far they’d drifted. And they’d drifted away quite a bit. “Hold onto me.” He hums despite her wriggling to get out of her grip. If she holds on, he’d keep one hand around her frame, holding her close against him to battle back against the current to get to the softer, calmer waters they had originally started at, Haai remaining sunbathing over Ludo’s rags and his things, basket floating among the stillness by the shore. There was no doubt he was a powerful swimmer, but she also weighed hardly anything, as reed thin as she was.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
