SUNJATA
the flood
'cause we might as well be blind,
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
if seeing is believing, this parable's misleading
He listens to her, both in understanding and some part tension — feeling the need to defend and support his niece much like Hotaru felt the need to do as well. So when the blond woman he sits beside tells him that she wishes it didn’t have to be that way, he hums quietly in agreement to that. “I wish it didn’t either.” There’s a light frown to that, working to adhere the shells along the lantern a bit more before pausing to settle. “But I try to give her what little bit of family I can. I have these pearls I’m looking to add to a hilt of a short sword for her. Considering taking one and getting my ear pierced again to add it to as a reminder.” His tone is serious though he doesn’t look at Hotaru with this.
Instead, he focuses on the next comment that slips from Hotaru on the subject of Maea and their break, of him pushing people away and not being able to figure out what to really do anymore. He sighs quietly, arms bracing along the table while the shells continue to dry, gaze focusing on whatever other small things he can add to it if only to ignore the sincerity in her tone.
“It’s hard. Not quite there yet.” A feathering of his lip to that, a shake of his head. “She was gone last time only to appear again three years after. I think subconsciously it’s like I’m waiting for a round three — to be better in that way. Though I know it’s impossible I can’t quite let go.” He reaches up to run a hand through his hair.
Instead, he focuses on the next comment that slips from Hotaru on the subject of Maea and their break, of him pushing people away and not being able to figure out what to really do anymore. He sighs quietly, arms bracing along the table while the shells continue to dry, gaze focusing on whatever other small things he can add to it if only to ignore the sincerity in her tone.
“It’s hard. Not quite there yet.” A feathering of his lip to that, a shake of his head. “She was gone last time only to appear again three years after. I think subconsciously it’s like I’m waiting for a round three — to be better in that way. Though I know it’s impossible I can’t quite let go.” He reaches up to run a hand through his hair.
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
— that you'll fire in vain —
but those 12 rounds just won't do
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.
