SuNjATA
the flood
He doesn’t expect Korbin to flinch when he approaches, but he sighs quietly when he notices it – crouching down and keeping to himself, not frustrated per say with the kid, but simply… A means of understanding, of learning, of figuring out that things can get better and that Korbin had to let them. And that was the hardest part, wasn’t it? Letting people in?
Hoping they don’t leave? Breaking when they do?
Rebuilding when someone else comes along and soon enough you end up looking like a cracked vase, glued together too many times to hold water, and yet you still can – because those around you that you keep close fill in the cracks for you, become that bigger asshole, become that better person to give you a piece of them to stuff the holes with so you can stop losing everything you have left.
When Korbin sobs, Sunjata shifts from a crouch to sitting in the sand, giving him space and looking across the water, but sending little pinpointed messages of a brotherly comfort over. It’s better than a hug, and despite the amount of touchiness that Nate had gotten him to open to, Korbin was still a stranger. He might have shared cigarettes and loose hugs with his sister, but it wasn’t Korbin, and that made all the difference.
So he stays quiet, letting Korbin take as long as he wanted, pulling out another cigarette to light and draw from, to drown out his own warring feelings inside, and sits beside the boy in the sand.
Hoping they don’t leave? Breaking when they do?
Rebuilding when someone else comes along and soon enough you end up looking like a cracked vase, glued together too many times to hold water, and yet you still can – because those around you that you keep close fill in the cracks for you, become that bigger asshole, become that better person to give you a piece of them to stuff the holes with so you can stop losing everything you have left.
When Korbin sobs, Sunjata shifts from a crouch to sitting in the sand, giving him space and looking across the water, but sending little pinpointed messages of a brotherly comfort over. It’s better than a hug, and despite the amount of touchiness that Nate had gotten him to open to, Korbin was still a stranger. He might have shared cigarettes and loose hugs with his sister, but it wasn’t Korbin, and that made all the difference.
So he stays quiet, letting Korbin take as long as he wanted, pulling out another cigarette to light and draw from, to drown out his own warring feelings inside, and sits beside the boy in the sand.
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.
