SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Yeah, the first words that slip from the Ascended certainly don’t help. But Sunjata says nothing to it, knowing that Nate wasn’t exactly one to sugar coat things — and he liked that about him. But the man squeezes his shoulder again, continuing to speak and attempting to back up the conversation in such a way that it seems a bit less harsh. Until of course Nate states he doesn’t deserve it.
“Don’t I, though? After everything…” He trails off, fingers spreading wide to try and gesture, but the glass is in his hand when he goes to do it — spending a moment to lift the glass to his lips to take another deep sip, to take the edge off. His shoulder is squeezed harder then and Nate continues to spill more truths, muscles clenching in his jaw as he holds it down tight, lips forming a fine line to keep in everything he’s been taught. To be strong, even if he doesn’t have to. “They all say that.” He manages before shaking his head.
“And then I do something stupid or they do something stupid and it’s over. They’re gone. They die. And the process repeats itself.” Some flicker of a shadow crosses over his face, his eyes. “I don’t want… I don’t want that to happen to you too.” He manages before reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, to rub at his temples, clutching the glass in his other hand. “I pushed her away, you know. Got antsy, and now she’s dead Nate. And I can’t even find out what she wanted to say to me from Delphia until I get over Lusea. And it’s fucked up — it’s so fucked up and not fair. But nothing is anymore. Not for me.” His hand drops and his gaze lifts to Nate with that shattering storm cloud gaze of his.
“So maybe you should go. Before I end up dragging you down with me too.”
“Don’t I, though? After everything…” He trails off, fingers spreading wide to try and gesture, but the glass is in his hand when he goes to do it — spending a moment to lift the glass to his lips to take another deep sip, to take the edge off. His shoulder is squeezed harder then and Nate continues to spill more truths, muscles clenching in his jaw as he holds it down tight, lips forming a fine line to keep in everything he’s been taught. To be strong, even if he doesn’t have to. “They all say that.” He manages before shaking his head.
“And then I do something stupid or they do something stupid and it’s over. They’re gone. They die. And the process repeats itself.” Some flicker of a shadow crosses over his face, his eyes. “I don’t want… I don’t want that to happen to you too.” He manages before reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, to rub at his temples, clutching the glass in his other hand. “I pushed her away, you know. Got antsy, and now she’s dead Nate. And I can’t even find out what she wanted to say to me from Delphia until I get over Lusea. And it’s fucked up — it’s so fucked up and not fair. But nothing is anymore. Not for me.” His hand drops and his gaze lifts to Nate with that shattering storm cloud gaze of his.
“So maybe you should go. Before I end up dragging you down with me too.”
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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.
