SuNjATA
the flood
It’s like a floodgate left open, and while Sunjata had kept his moderately together, he finds Korbin’s feelings sent over like barbs, like daggers into the wounds that Sunjata’s kept so tightly closed. They burrow in, and Sunjata drags from the cigarette a bit more fiercely, dropping it to stamp it out as soon as the pain begins to set in, and he shoves back at it – eyes hard on Korbin the entire time, sending back just as much of his own grief.
Lovers lost and died thrice over, of sitting there and trying so desperately to try and save a life only to have it ended before him, for him to hold onto the body while she passed. For him to not get closure on so many of them, for him to be silenced and not heard, leashed like a dog and forced and trained to comply only to fight back and leave with nothing. He adds on the chilling stillness and pain of watching friends and family die, of his memory and shock of what it was like when his mother had been murdered before him, of when his friends and guildmates had been murdered before him in a frozen tomb in Korbin's home. He pushes back again and again.
He pushes back even further, with the hopelessness, the spirals he’s endured of coming this close to the brink of collapse – and the few times he had only been a few seconds away, before he withdraws. “You don't get to play a victim at it with me, Korbin. I know what it's like.” He snaps, grinding his teeth tightly and looking back out into the water.
Lovers lost and died thrice over, of sitting there and trying so desperately to try and save a life only to have it ended before him, for him to hold onto the body while she passed. For him to not get closure on so many of them, for him to be silenced and not heard, leashed like a dog and forced and trained to comply only to fight back and leave with nothing. He adds on the chilling stillness and pain of watching friends and family die, of his memory and shock of what it was like when his mother had been murdered before him, of when his friends and guildmates had been murdered before him in a frozen tomb in Korbin's home. He pushes back again and again.
He pushes back even further, with the hopelessness, the spirals he’s endured of coming this close to the brink of collapse – and the few times he had only been a few seconds away, before he withdraws. “You don't get to play a victim at it with me, Korbin. I know what it's like.” He snaps, grinding his teeth tightly and looking back out into the water.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
