SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
Technically, there was the end of a fight, because of Zephyr but Sunjata’s not about to get into the technicalities of it when the edge of Nate’s voice reaches him. “A crowd around a fight.” He explains, working at his jaw despite the feeling of it swelling slowly. But of course, he continues, his honesty getting the best of him in this situation when he should’ve let Nate know ahead of time, shouldn’t have gotten involved – but…
It was his job to, wasn’t it? To keep Torchline safe?
His gaze drops from Nate’s shadowed figure to stare at the wall, to the entrance to the living room behind him, anywhere but him. “I wasn’t.” He says quietly – and he hadn’t been. He was tired, saw a crowd, and it just… It just happened. But that’s how all of these things happened, wasn’t it? All the shit that he’d gotten into? Everyone he’s gotten killed because of stupid choices he has made?
He’s half tempted to drown himself in this own self misery, but he doesn’t. Because Nate’s own fire sparks and ignites against the alcohol and the accusations within him and his gaze shoots back to Nate with an intensity that’s lost in the darkness as LongNight sets in. “I have listened, Nate. I wasn’t intentionally poking around. What was I supposed to do? Ignore it?” He bites his tongue as soon as Nate’s continuing – a completely irrational anger overtaking him as his hands clench against the countertop that he braces them against.
And he shakes his head, a mirthless laugh leaving him. “Really?” He asks, though it’s more in disbelief. “Really?” And that’s where the frustration and anger sparks further, a wildfire within him sparking and branching from Nate’s dry timber and Sunjata’s fuel. “I’ve never asked for you to fix my shit. I’ve never asked for you to put me together. You wanted to. You wanted this.” You wanted me, with the shit and pieces and all of that. It should have been expected, even Sunjata knows that much.
It was his job to, wasn’t it? To keep Torchline safe?
His gaze drops from Nate’s shadowed figure to stare at the wall, to the entrance to the living room behind him, anywhere but him. “I wasn’t.” He says quietly – and he hadn’t been. He was tired, saw a crowd, and it just… It just happened. But that’s how all of these things happened, wasn’t it? All the shit that he’d gotten into? Everyone he’s gotten killed because of stupid choices he has made?
He’s half tempted to drown himself in this own self misery, but he doesn’t. Because Nate’s own fire sparks and ignites against the alcohol and the accusations within him and his gaze shoots back to Nate with an intensity that’s lost in the darkness as LongNight sets in. “I have listened, Nate. I wasn’t intentionally poking around. What was I supposed to do? Ignore it?” He bites his tongue as soon as Nate’s continuing – a completely irrational anger overtaking him as his hands clench against the countertop that he braces them against.
And he shakes his head, a mirthless laugh leaving him. “Really?” He asks, though it’s more in disbelief. “Really?” And that’s where the frustration and anger sparks further, a wildfire within him sparking and branching from Nate’s dry timber and Sunjata’s fuel. “I’ve never asked for you to fix my shit. I’ve never asked for you to put me together. You wanted to. You wanted this.” You wanted me, with the shit and pieces and all of that. It should have been expected, even Sunjata knows that much.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
