SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Nate’s quiet reassurance is really all Sunjata needs. And he offers the Ascended a small smile, slipping away from the bustle of the solemn crowd that gathers to pick a space to hang both lanterns. He starts with Peter’s, first, unable to really say anything out loud about it… But he thinks them anyway, hoping perhaps somewhere Ludo can hear it. He’s cut off, however, as Remi’s voice cuts through the crowd – and he sighs to that as he watches the interaction, spotting the Launceleyn as he leaves.
“Gods.” He rumbles with a slight frown, cradling Maea’s lantern in his hands now as he rolls his eyes a small amount – having not had the chance to warn Loren about what would be occurring. He makes it a point to visit Halo now, just to ensure the rest of the festivals and all of that aren’t ruined. At least Loren had the common sense to leave, and for that Sunjata’s quietly grateful. So he turns back to Nate with a slightly apologetic look, awkward as can be, as he goes to hang Maea’s lantern next.
This time, he ends up leaning a bit closer to Nate, a small hum of a sad laugh leaving his throat. “You know, I think she’d probably expected to hang my lantern before anyone had to hang hers.” But he shrugs to that, once the lantern is hung. And he reaches for Nate once he’s done hanging his, aiming to snake his hand into the other man’s. “I do miss her.” But it wasn’t quite as hard as losing Lusea, he finds. Not with Maea having known so many people, influenced so much. They knew her, had heard of her, wasn’t a figment like she had mentioned Lusea being because she’d never met the woman.
But ah, how things had changed. And now he has Nate, the pillar for this time of year for him, when birthdays and trials and a festival to remember the dead all come to the forefront of his mind.
“Gods.” He rumbles with a slight frown, cradling Maea’s lantern in his hands now as he rolls his eyes a small amount – having not had the chance to warn Loren about what would be occurring. He makes it a point to visit Halo now, just to ensure the rest of the festivals and all of that aren’t ruined. At least Loren had the common sense to leave, and for that Sunjata’s quietly grateful. So he turns back to Nate with a slightly apologetic look, awkward as can be, as he goes to hang Maea’s lantern next.
This time, he ends up leaning a bit closer to Nate, a small hum of a sad laugh leaving his throat. “You know, I think she’d probably expected to hang my lantern before anyone had to hang hers.” But he shrugs to that, once the lantern is hung. And he reaches for Nate once he’s done hanging his, aiming to snake his hand into the other man’s. “I do miss her.” But it wasn’t quite as hard as losing Lusea, he finds. Not with Maea having known so many people, influenced so much. They knew her, had heard of her, wasn’t a figment like she had mentioned Lusea being because she’d never met the woman.
But ah, how things had changed. And now he has Nate, the pillar for this time of year for him, when birthdays and trials and a festival to remember the dead all come to the forefront of his mind.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
