SuNjATA
the flood
One thing Sunjata isn’t particularly fond of, is the emotional pull and push you get with the Attuned bond. It’s great at times, for emphasizing a point, a feeling that you can’t otherwise express using words. It’s great for silent conversations around other non-attuneds. But when used like this, it becomes weaponized, and Sunjata isn’t here to play games. So when he pushes back, it’s a force to be reckoned with, a force that Korbin wouldn’t be able to understand in the age gap that lay between them, a force that despite it all he’s still here.
Despite it all, at least Korbin could say he had a home that he enjoyed, that he grew up in, that he loved and lost in. Sunjata didn’t have that, and where he’d tried to make it into one, it had failed.
As soon as Korbin staggers back, Sunjata withdraws his feelings, closing them off behind a wall of steel, holding them in and close again and wishing he were perhaps a bit more drunk. But he can’t help but to glance over, despite the hardened gleam in his gaze, the sharp focus on the way Korbin holds his face. He’s been there. He was there not long ago, and Nate had held him when he’d raged and drowned himself.
Quietly, he approaches and crouches before Korbin, keeping enough distance away as he rests his tattooed arm on his leg and the other runs a hand through his hair. “It sucks, for lack of a better word. Trust me, I know. But trust me also when I say that it’s not so bad to let people in.” He offers, voice still a bit more rough with the emotions warring in his chest. “I tried to push people away because I thought it would protect them. But it didn’t save them. So enjoy the time you get while you’re here.” Here for a good time, not a long time, after all when it came to Caido.
As if to prove the point, he lifts the steel and the swirling emotions, sending the good things that had happened lately. The happiness that could be there, the way the despair had broken first when Maea had told him she wasn’t going anywhere. The second when Nate had done the same, but pushed him around into it. The fact that he was heard and appreciated, and that there wasn’t anything he could do to change it. That he had to accept it. He sends the feeling of Weaver pushing him around and getting under his skin like a sister would, he send the feeling of letting Melita in and helping to chase away her shadows and haunted past. He sends the feeling of the true happiness he has right now with Nate as a tether, somewhere back home. He sends the good parts too, because regardless if Korbin wants to hear it or not, there’s always light in the dark. Sometimes it just took longer for your eyes to adjust to it. And gods knew it took his a long while.
Despite it all, at least Korbin could say he had a home that he enjoyed, that he grew up in, that he loved and lost in. Sunjata didn’t have that, and where he’d tried to make it into one, it had failed.
As soon as Korbin staggers back, Sunjata withdraws his feelings, closing them off behind a wall of steel, holding them in and close again and wishing he were perhaps a bit more drunk. But he can’t help but to glance over, despite the hardened gleam in his gaze, the sharp focus on the way Korbin holds his face. He’s been there. He was there not long ago, and Nate had held him when he’d raged and drowned himself.
Quietly, he approaches and crouches before Korbin, keeping enough distance away as he rests his tattooed arm on his leg and the other runs a hand through his hair. “It sucks, for lack of a better word. Trust me, I know. But trust me also when I say that it’s not so bad to let people in.” He offers, voice still a bit more rough with the emotions warring in his chest. “I tried to push people away because I thought it would protect them. But it didn’t save them. So enjoy the time you get while you’re here.” Here for a good time, not a long time, after all when it came to Caido.
As if to prove the point, he lifts the steel and the swirling emotions, sending the good things that had happened lately. The happiness that could be there, the way the despair had broken first when Maea had told him she wasn’t going anywhere. The second when Nate had done the same, but pushed him around into it. The fact that he was heard and appreciated, and that there wasn’t anything he could do to change it. That he had to accept it. He sends the feeling of Weaver pushing him around and getting under his skin like a sister would, he send the feeling of letting Melita in and helping to chase away her shadows and haunted past. He sends the feeling of the true happiness he has right now with Nate as a tether, somewhere back home. He sends the good parts too, because regardless if Korbin wants to hear it or not, there’s always light in the dark. Sometimes it just took longer for your eyes to adjust to it. And gods knew it took his a long while.
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.
