SuNjATA
the flood
He listens to her quiet, soft voice, while he works to bandage her wrist – taking old practices of when he’d needed to bandage himself up after a particularly bad boxing match and Lusea wasn’t around. But he doesn’t delve too deeply into that section of his life, not yet at least, and instead chooses to focus on what she says. A nod of understanding. “Me neither.” He agrees quietly. “The Senzaok house ruled the judgement sector for… Many generations. Though it was a title often fought for.” A small shrug as he lets her go and watches as she inspects the bandage.
He remains in her space, unable to step away when she speaks, listening with a surprising amount of understanding. “Family names, I think, are a bit overrated. Lineage and all that.” A slight shrug, but he agrees. He understands. And while he thought he could likely provide for a child… Well, he’d never quite thought he’d make a good father – too prone to temper, to prone to his own frustrations and need to run away when things got difficult.
He watches her bite her lip, understanding glimmering in the dark silver of his eyes with the candle light and the firelight that surrounds them. And he has no room to judge, he’d likely do the same if he could. To not have to worry about it – though Sunjata had for the most part always been careful about it in order to prevent it – was a relief. “An even trade, I personally think.” He says lightly, offering her a soft smile in response, an acceptance of what she’s said.
How much he’d give up a part of him to fix something else, something wrong. “I’d like nothing more than for mine to die out.” He snorts briefly, shaking his horned head. “Too much bloodshed.” He shrugs, giving her a half crooked smirk to that.
He remains in her space, unable to step away when she speaks, listening with a surprising amount of understanding. “Family names, I think, are a bit overrated. Lineage and all that.” A slight shrug, but he agrees. He understands. And while he thought he could likely provide for a child… Well, he’d never quite thought he’d make a good father – too prone to temper, to prone to his own frustrations and need to run away when things got difficult.
He watches her bite her lip, understanding glimmering in the dark silver of his eyes with the candle light and the firelight that surrounds them. And he has no room to judge, he’d likely do the same if he could. To not have to worry about it – though Sunjata had for the most part always been careful about it in order to prevent it – was a relief. “An even trade, I personally think.” He says lightly, offering her a soft smile in response, an acceptance of what she’s said.
How much he’d give up a part of him to fix something else, something wrong. “I’d like nothing more than for mine to die out.” He snorts briefly, shaking his horned head. “Too much bloodshed.” He shrugs, giving her a half crooked smirk to that.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
