SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
“No.” Sunjata says rather easily, gaze finding Amun. He doesn’t care if he’s ruined things irrevocably. He told her that he ruins things. She had embraced it, she had told him that she loved that darker monstrous part of him, that part of him that he keeps settled down and hidden away, on a tight leash most days. But the mention of making it up to her? Why should he? She was the one that started it.
“I just want some space. She needs some too.” He explains offhandedly. “I was honest with what I wanted and what I was looking for, and I think she realized that it wasn’t her. Not right now. Maybe never. I don’t know.” A sharp inhale of a breath has him wincing again and he tears his gaze from the water to look back at Amun. “She knew that when it started, that I’d probably fuck something up. I didn’t expect it to be a fuck up on both of our ends.”
“I just want some space. She needs some too.” He explains offhandedly. “I was honest with what I wanted and what I was looking for, and I think she realized that it wasn’t her. Not right now. Maybe never. I don’t know.” A sharp inhale of a breath has him wincing again and he tears his gaze from the water to look back at Amun. “She knew that when it started, that I’d probably fuck something up. I didn’t expect it to be a fuck up on both of our ends.”
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
