SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
He’s used to this, honestly, the way that he might have someone pinned – prepared to attack or strike at teeth bared at him, slurs and shouts at him. But whatever he does next, the breakthrough that reaches Sunjata internally shuts him down, and he burns and breaks with it, those fractures yawning and growing wider within him as he slumps, forward a small amount – giving in and shivering beneatht he murmur and the touch as the Ascended pulls him closer.
His hands drop from where they brace against the wall, into the proper hug that Nate tries to give him, and Sunjata buries his face into the Ascended’s shoulder, eyes shutting tight, breath picked up in the frustration and anger that seems to seethe and roll off of him in waves. He shudders as Nate slides down the wall and Sunjata’s legs can’t quite hold up his weight anymore, and he sinks down with him, the tightness of Nate’s arms around him acting like glue.
“Okay.” He says quietly, hollow, hoarse, pressing his face further into Nate’s neck as if he can hide away from the weakness shown, the way he can so easily break. He’s already apologized, doesn’t want to say it again. Instead, he tries to keep the feelings within, afraid of letting them spill, trembling slightly in Nate’s touch, hating every second about it, jaw clenched tight to keep from letting things slip.
His hands drop from where they brace against the wall, into the proper hug that Nate tries to give him, and Sunjata buries his face into the Ascended’s shoulder, eyes shutting tight, breath picked up in the frustration and anger that seems to seethe and roll off of him in waves. He shudders as Nate slides down the wall and Sunjata’s legs can’t quite hold up his weight anymore, and he sinks down with him, the tightness of Nate’s arms around him acting like glue.
“Okay.” He says quietly, hollow, hoarse, pressing his face further into Nate’s neck as if he can hide away from the weakness shown, the way he can so easily break. He’s already apologized, doesn’t want to say it again. Instead, he tries to keep the feelings within, afraid of letting them spill, trembling slightly in Nate’s touch, hating every second about it, jaw clenched tight to keep from letting things slip.
'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.
