you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
It is relieving to hear it put that way, but it still doesn’t alleviate the worries he has when it comes to his sharp tongue, his probing at points that people have mentioned hurt them, only to fling it back at him when he’s in those moods. But he’s not sure how to explain that; how to get the words to work off his tongue comfortably. Then again, nothing about this intense conversation was comfortable.
And so he shifts a small amount in the sand, watching the water as it moves to reach their feet and the Korofian doesn’t care, because he’s listening to Vai’s words, of him, of Nate, of the idea of his mother that feels like an old scar ripping anew. “It would be nice.” He offers quietly, hoarsely, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he mulls over his mother. “She… Well, I was fucked up after the Trial.” Understandably so. “She got me out of it, told me to fix things when my father was gone.” His mother had always encouraged the rebellious ideas that swirled in Sunjata’s head, had always been there for him when nobody else was.
“But I wasn’t ever close to her until after I won. Back in Korofi you just… didn’t attach yourself to your kids in case they died when the Trial came around. I only got two years with her, technically a year because I was stationed before defecting.” He mulls it over again, unsure how to explain it without going into the full details, unsure if she even wants to know them at this point.
And so he shifts a small amount in the sand, watching the water as it moves to reach their feet and the Korofian doesn’t care, because he’s listening to Vai’s words, of him, of Nate, of the idea of his mother that feels like an old scar ripping anew. “It would be nice.” He offers quietly, hoarsely, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he mulls over his mother. “She… Well, I was fucked up after the Trial.” Understandably so. “She got me out of it, told me to fix things when my father was gone.” His mother had always encouraged the rebellious ideas that swirled in Sunjata’s head, had always been there for him when nobody else was.
“But I wasn’t ever close to her until after I won. Back in Korofi you just… didn’t attach yourself to your kids in case they died when the Trial came around. I only got two years with her, technically a year because I was stationed before defecting.” He mulls it over again, unsure how to explain it without going into the full details, unsure if she even wants to know them at this point.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
SuNJATA
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.
