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Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#1
the sea speaks a little more honestly
The last time he’d been to a shrine, they had all created it. Sure, he’d visited the base of this lighthouse, offered quiet prayers here and there while life seemed to continue to go on. And that was that. But some things are different now — this marks the decade since his trial, and on top of that this season is his birthday. Something only celebrated between him and his mother, a figure he misses more and more as the time wore on since her death.

It’s raining, feels so much like home with the gloom and thunder rolling in the distance. He should feel more like himself, cloak drenched as he ascends the stairs to the shrine, placing down an offering of one of the flowers that has bloomed near his newfound home. And he thinks long and hard about what he wants to ask, contemplating what he could talk about, an outlet of sorts while Deimos still raged his anger. At least him and Amalia were on okay terms.

Inhaling deeply, he stands and removes the hood from the cloak, shaking out the rain water from his hair. And then it hits him, the feeling of needing a purpose, a goal. “Safrin?” He calls out quietly at first, voice a deep accented hum. “Is there something I can be for you?” Amalia was her Shield. Ronin her Star. Deimos a sword. But where could he fall into that? What could he do for her to worship and praise her as she deserved to be worshipped? He reaches for the flower he’s placed upon the shrine, turning a petal over in his fingers with a soft smile crossing his face. “I want to do whatever I can, whatever you need.” For her and her alone. To be whatever she needed or wanted him to be.



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#2
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
'Do you know how many men and women have promised just that, and then come to regret it?' Sunjata was tall whereas Safrin was not, and yet somehow her breath was hot against the shell of his ear as her lips whispered the words darkly.

Pulling back, when Sunjata turned it would be to see Safrin dressed in dark strips of black leather and lace, patterned across her slender body like a patchwork star, leaving just enough covered to leave him wondering, and yet oh so much exposed at the same time. Her hair hung in long waves over her shoulders, eyes painted smoky and dark.

Around them the lighthouse shook with the breath of thunder, lightning illuminating Safrin with aching clarity for a moment before all was reduced back to candlelight. Striding towards him, she reached out a finger to trace it effortlessly against the wetness of his cloak, her touch sinking through the fabric as if it were against his bare skin. "I wonder...what it is you think you might be for me. What you can offer, that I need?" There was a challenge in her words, and hope too, that he might rise to the occasion and suggest something novel and interesting.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#3
the sea speaks a little more honestly
Her voice illuminates the darkness for him, her breath a hot caress against the shell of his ear. Goosebumps raise along his neck and shoulders with it as he turns to view her, some hidden amusement along his face — trying to imagine just how many regretted it. But where he stood? He wanted to give her his all, because aside from his Guild, what else was there for him to devote himself to? He’s already moved to Torchline, started that process.

He can’t help but look more fully at her, the black lace, the way her eyes are painted dark and smoky and enchanting, the way her hair falls in those stunning waves along her shoulders. He nearly forgets what she’s said. “You are beautiful, Safrin.” He hums, taking her in when the lightning illuminates her, until it's difficult for him to see her again. But she strides toward him, and he can feel the way her hands feel as though they stroke against his bare skin, leaning into the touch a small amount when her question reaches him.

Well…” He pauses, contemplatively. “You have a Shield. A Star.” He pauses, jaw clenching slightly at the memory of Deimos. “A Sword? Possibly?” There’s a hint of question and perhaps a bit of bitterness in his tone before he shakes it off to give her all of his attention. “I could be your ear… your rogue…” He pauses, lips quirking a small amount in a brief hint of a smirk. “Your blade?” Perhaps a good use of his training with enforcement and spy craft. To use it for her when she likely has more important things to do.
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#4
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
"Oh?" She practically purrs, lashes fluttering as she acts as though it's the first time she's ever received such a compliment. Of ourse the spark of power and intentionality in her gaze defies this posture of innocence and surprise.

If she hears the question, she doesn't reply to it. Deimos is a Sword in his own right, but to call him hers? That seems a trifle naive. A trifle early. Were it not for Amalia, she doubts if Deimos would retain his fealty; that in itself is a blade she's as of yet to rectify.

"I didn't realize you longed for such purpose." Safrin says, her fingers continuing to wander across his broad chest as she circles him, before making her way towards one of the windows that she might look out at the storm over the sea. "A blade, mm? It seems so...small. And yet your hands are large enough so as to make the swords of regular men seem blade-like in yours, so perhaps it is fitting."

She looks over her shoulder as another thrash of lightning explodes outside. 'Though I hope you're willing to..work for it?" She asks with a suggestive tilt of her head.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#5
the sea speaks a little more honestly
A quirk of his lips is granted to her response, a dip of his head to her as if to cement it. Though this look in particular he finds incredibly flattering on her. Stunning, brilliant, hidden away enough to keep wondering yet craving to find out. But that’s not what he’s here for, at least not that he thinks. He does know she’s quite possibly the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, stunned by it each time when not surrounded by the shadow of grief.

But her hand continues to trail along his chest now before she leaves to stand in front of a window, and he turns enough to watch her reach it — steel eyes flitting to the window. A quiet hum from his throat is granted in acknowledgement, of wanting to be more but not quite figuring out how to go about it. Unless she needed him, the only way his compass pointed nowadays.

So he walks toward her, crossing the gap to stand beside her when she looks over her shoulder at him, a wider smile hinting at a smirk that crosses his features as he dips his head once more in agreement. “A reward is hardly that if not worked for.” He offers her, lifting his head to tilt it a small amount back to her, gaze unable to leave her face when the lightning cracks and her beauty is illuminated again. And faintly he can recall the electrifying feeling of her lips on his when he attuned, swallowing those thoughts down to offer up something else. “If it’s something you need or want. I’m always willing to work for you.” He’d done everything he could to get the shrine completed, to share her name with those around.

As of late, she’s been his only constant. His North Star for the compasses tattooed to his skin.
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#6
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
"Well said." She cooes up at him, her chin tilted alluring as her eyes sparkle with a dark sort of fire that remains even as the wash of light from the outside world fades when the lightning does. "I do love a man with the will to put in an honest day's work." Safrin agrees.

Turning her back to the window and leaning against the frame, she tilts her head as her eyes scour the lines of his face. In her hand an intricate dagger appears. Looking down as if surprised to see it there, Safrin twirls it softly to reveal the full design of it, holding the hilt in one hand and pressing the tip against her finger to allow it to revolve. Dark ruby-red blooms from the point, trickling down the blade with a sound like singing steel. "Daggers are such interesting weapons." She murmurs, almost to herself, though given how close she stands to Sunjata, she isn't at all worried he might not hear her. 'They rely on power instead of inertia like swords might. Require you to be quite close."

Turning the dagger, she places the tip coated with her blood against his chest, and though he wears layers of fabric, it presses neatly against his skin. It doesn't hurt, not yet anyway, but the feeling is like the birth of a star: it starts out small and compact, rippling and then sparking outwards. Pulling the blade back from him, she looks at it with a small smile, before letting it fall against her shoulder.

"And they must be quite sharp, too." So saying, she presses it against the leather and lace that cross her shoulder. Both fall away instantly, leaving her dress hanging from just one side now. "Of course this close...you're likely to have just the one chance." Safrin looks up at him, her voice still a low whisper.

"And this is what you'd want?"
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
Sunjata Wrenzaok
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#7
the sea speaks a little more honestly
A brief ghost of a smirk crosses his face with the mention of honest work. Something he had done to an extent, but that wasn’t all of him. He worked and worked hard for the things he wanted, but honesty in the means within it was another story. But she turns now, leans against the window to look at him and he gives her his full attention, only looking down when she does to spot the dagger.

And my, what a dagger it was. Beautiful and brilliant, his favorite weapon out of them all. He’d been given them by Maea, carried one of his own in his boot at all times just in case. And he watches with some hint of appreciation when she presses the sharpness of the blade against her finger, suddenly wondering if gods indeed did bleed — only to watch the ruby blood drip down the blade with a singing sigh of steel.

When she turns the blade to him, he remains, feeling the point touch his skin. “They’re my favorite kind.” He agrees softly, a smile blossoming along his face as he feels a bursting feeling grow from where the blade is pressed. A shiver runs down his spine, goosebumps rising beneath the cloak he wears, twisting his head a small amount as he lets the feeling course through him.

And just like that, the blade is removed. “They’re perhaps one of the most intimate weapons you can use.” He hums somewhat thoughtfully, admittedly distractedly as she shifts the blade along her shoulder and the straps fall away. He watches the dress as it swings to hang from one side before his smoldering gaze finds her face. He can’t help the step toward her he takes, searching her face to try and see what she wants.

Sometimes one chance is all you need.” A quieter rumble of his accented voice before he gives her a nod. “Yes.” He wants this, immensely.
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#8
sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
She isn't surprised to hear that they're his favourite. Indeed, she knew instinctively that he'd not shy away from this sort of combat. The sort of contact and tension needed to maintain the right sort of proximity. As he steps towards her, Safrin seems to grow and shrink at the same time. Physics seems to bend around her, making her seem large enough to feel indomitable, and yet small enough that he might whisk her away with one arm.

The prickle where the blade released just a single drop of blood from his chest will blossom outwards with star coils of heat and gravity. Like white fire running through his veins, it will streak up and out, coiling about his arms. Phantom images will sparkle there, beneath his wet clothing. He'll feel them, like etchings, though no one else will.

"A chance, then." She whispers, in solemn agreement. Reaching up she tangles a hand into his hair, the difference in their heights wavering such that there is not so very far between his lips and hers.

"Let the blood of every race rinse this blade." Cold steel sings around them and though he's too close to see, Sunjata will undoubtedly surmise that Safrin has risen herself onto her toes. "And let justice be served by the other.."

She presses against him then, leather and lace felt keenly against his skin despite the clothing between them. Her lips touch his and to call it fireworks is as grotesque an understatement as it would be to call Safrin pretty. Heat, such as that borne in the birth of stars and galaxies seer between them as her body presses against his. Though before he might do anything more—pull her hair, thrust her against the wall, throw her out the window—she disappears in an entirely unsatisfying purr of smoke. Where she was just, on the ledge by the window, are two ornate daggers.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#9
the sea speaks a little more honestly
The world around her shifts and changes with the step he takes toward her. Honestly, it’s somewhat confusing, but he doesn’t balk from it – instead he’s far more intrigued by the way she seems large enough to devour him and yet small enough he could carry her away. But it’s her face he focuses on instead, especially when the spot along his chest begins to bloom in something that feels hot and electric, flame that spirals through his veins that cause him to stop midstep, jaw clenching against the feeling.

Her whisper is met with a more intense gaze, feeling her hand as it tangles into the dark waves – so close now, and yet so far it seems. His breath picks up, unable to keep against it as the task is set out before him. Blood of every race, justice served. The latter, sparks something deep and rebounding within him that has his breath hitching slightly, a memory, a fraction of thought that settles in his soul yet again.

Exactly who he was meant to become, only he had changed that guiding light in favor for the shadows.

He doesn’t get to dwell on it long, however, focusing on setting it away to mull over later when he feels her against him, as if its through the cloak he wears and the rain that drips along his shoulders from the storm raging outside. And she kisses him again, electric and fiery, an explosion of heat and warmth, almost like a brand or a gunshot, something strong that it certainly does take his breath away – ignites something within him that where before when he had been Attuned, he’d been too distracted by as a bird. Now, he’s himself, with her – until he’s not.

She’s gone in smoke, and he’s left atop the lighthouse, panting and reaching up to rest an arm along the wall to brace himself, his other hand reaching up to rub against his temple. And when he finally is able to focus again, he spots the ornate daggers along where she had once been. “Thank you.” He says quietly despite her absence, somewhat amused while he still recovers, picking up the daggers to inspect them in the flickering light of the candles and the storm still raging outside.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
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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.


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