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
It’s not okay, and her voice is hoarse and sad and gods he’s an idiot. He’d intended to do this with someone, a release, but he’d never anticipated it to be her. Someone else perhaps, that would be far less hurt, far more willing. And he aches with her absence, with putting her in this situation, and he lets her go to watch her drift – steel eyes shadowed and haunted, head angling to watch the waves of the water from the space she’d just been, hands clenching and unclenching beneath the surface.
He exhales a raspy sigh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair and shake his head – so cold despite the heat of the sun behind his back, along his spine, tanning and reddening. He looks back up finally to her, to ensure she hasn’t just went off and drowned herself, watching as she makes her way to the shore – and he can’t just let her go, let her leave like that. His cheeks are flushed, shadows haunting his gaze, never having intended it but wanting it all the same.
He swims then, to the shore as well, surfacing and pulling himself up from the rocks edge, letting the water drip from hair and horns and the rest of his body as he rises to his full height, quite a bit taller than she is where she keeps her eyes on the basket and Haai gives her a quiet howl. “Maea, talk to me.” His voice is hoarse and raspy and there’s a hint that it might break there, wondering if she’ll keep the secret, wondering if it should be kept as his heart thunders in his chest and he takes a step toward her.
To do what, he’s not sure. He can feel it still, feel the need to touch and hug and hold and assure – hand outstretched, edged in dark claws as though he’s let go in the emotions that slip over him with it.
He exhales a raspy sigh, reaching up to run a hand through his hair and shake his head – so cold despite the heat of the sun behind his back, along his spine, tanning and reddening. He looks back up finally to her, to ensure she hasn’t just went off and drowned herself, watching as she makes her way to the shore – and he can’t just let her go, let her leave like that. His cheeks are flushed, shadows haunting his gaze, never having intended it but wanting it all the same.
He swims then, to the shore as well, surfacing and pulling himself up from the rocks edge, letting the water drip from hair and horns and the rest of his body as he rises to his full height, quite a bit taller than she is where she keeps her eyes on the basket and Haai gives her a quiet howl. “Maea, talk to me.” His voice is hoarse and raspy and there’s a hint that it might break there, wondering if she’ll keep the secret, wondering if it should be kept as his heart thunders in his chest and he takes a step toward her.
To do what, he’s not sure. He can feel it still, feel the need to touch and hug and hold and assure – hand outstretched, edged in dark claws as though he’s let go in the emotions that slip over him with it.
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.
