SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Honestly, Nate’s right. The buttons he presses are better. But in this instance, there’s some sort of relief under the idea that the Ascended isn’t trying to make him do anything – not really. Nothing huge like keeping the last words of someone he loved from him. Instead, Nate is simply trying to get Sunjata to keep him. To stay. And Sunjata can understand this, somewhere deep within that rational section of his mind.
Somewhere far away from here.
Because the alcohol begins to burn in his stomach and it causes his mind to swim, and the initial thought of everything rational goes in one ear and out the other – irrationality taking control over everything else as he moves to stand – offering a nod to Nate as Sunjata shifts a small amount to step away from the Ascended. “You did.” It’s a simple response, a simple shift in the way that Sunjata speaks as though there’s no room for excuses or preventions. Had Nate not ensured that Sunjata stopped drinking and smoking during that time - where would he be? He doesn’t know, doesn’t want to find out.
But Nate’s still speaking and as much as Sunjata wants to shut him out, he can’t. Forced to listen, between not knowing what else to do. Gods, he needs a shower, to get out of these clothes, to feel numb and forget about everything for awhile. And yet… Yet he roots himself to the spot, legs feeling numb and heavy all the same as Nate’s words hit like knives deep within him. That pleading voice. How often had he used it? That day his father murdered Lusea, those cries in the dungeon cell to let her go.
He doesn’t move when Nate arrives, removing the glass and taking his hand. And it takes some time before his shadowed gaze focuses on lifting to the Ascended, jaw clenching and unclenching as he tries to figure out what to say. “I do deserve it, Nate.” It’s a weak attempt to argue back. “All I do is bring destruction upon everything around me and those I care about.” Perhaps the Flood moniker still fits after all these years.
Slowly, his gaze focuses on Nate, a quiet moment of pause while he burns and breaks from the inside out. “And I can try, so fucking hard, to change that. But at the end of the day? The end of the day I’m still a murderer. Still a life ruiner. Still someone that everyone seems to think they can change. Maybe it works for a time until you get too close and then I push you away for some bullshit reason.” Lips curl into a frown at that. “Look at Maea. She got too close and I told her I needed time. I needed time because I was fucking scared that this would happen and I’d have to lose her too. And I did.”
Somewhere far away from here.
Because the alcohol begins to burn in his stomach and it causes his mind to swim, and the initial thought of everything rational goes in one ear and out the other – irrationality taking control over everything else as he moves to stand – offering a nod to Nate as Sunjata shifts a small amount to step away from the Ascended. “You did.” It’s a simple response, a simple shift in the way that Sunjata speaks as though there’s no room for excuses or preventions. Had Nate not ensured that Sunjata stopped drinking and smoking during that time - where would he be? He doesn’t know, doesn’t want to find out.
But Nate’s still speaking and as much as Sunjata wants to shut him out, he can’t. Forced to listen, between not knowing what else to do. Gods, he needs a shower, to get out of these clothes, to feel numb and forget about everything for awhile. And yet… Yet he roots himself to the spot, legs feeling numb and heavy all the same as Nate’s words hit like knives deep within him. That pleading voice. How often had he used it? That day his father murdered Lusea, those cries in the dungeon cell to let her go.
He doesn’t move when Nate arrives, removing the glass and taking his hand. And it takes some time before his shadowed gaze focuses on lifting to the Ascended, jaw clenching and unclenching as he tries to figure out what to say. “I do deserve it, Nate.” It’s a weak attempt to argue back. “All I do is bring destruction upon everything around me and those I care about.” Perhaps the Flood moniker still fits after all these years.
Slowly, his gaze focuses on Nate, a quiet moment of pause while he burns and breaks from the inside out. “And I can try, so fucking hard, to change that. But at the end of the day? The end of the day I’m still a murderer. Still a life ruiner. Still someone that everyone seems to think they can change. Maybe it works for a time until you get too close and then I push you away for some bullshit reason.” Lips curl into a frown at that. “Look at Maea. She got too close and I told her I needed time. I needed time because I was fucking scared that this would happen and I’d have to lose her too. And I did.”
'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.
