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
He had plenty of options, but only one comes to mind. The one he’d done – trained from a young age to do. And old habits died really fucking hard. So he burns with his choices, feathers sprouting on his shoulders as he knows just how much he’s fucked up, unable to keep most of the sharp thoughts aimed to hurt from crossing the forefront of his mind. And he’s half tempted to shout them all out, but all he can do is watch Nate – caught as prey to his predatory approach, feathers ruffling and flexing until they coat his arms now.
And that’s when it hurts, so sharply and so deeply, that the curl of his lip is feline in nature and cutting sharply across the panes of his face. “I do come home to you.” He snaps. Sure, he’d thought about not coming home tonight if only to avoid this, but in the end he’d always come back – had always come home.
But he struggles with trying to figure out just where home is anymore. None of those roguish, fleeting smirks and easy jests between them. Just Sunjata, doing his best to try and keep the peace, doing his best to try and keep from shoving Nate into that hollow shell he’d taken over with an iron fist, unable to let even him fully try to pull him out of. And it grates, like a sharp knife against his skin again and again until he can’t help but to let the words slip from his throat of the not-so-secret secret.
He takes a sharp inhale as he debates between softening, of catering to the shutting down. Maybe… Maybe if he were stronger, weren’t so fired up and in pain and tired and so exhausted and wanting nothing more than for things to go back to how they once had been, he would keep the sharpness of his tone. But his father rears his ugly head in him. “We both had that oversight.” He adds sharply, shifting his weight but keeping the distance between them.
“And I don’t know what to do, Nate. I don’t know. I can’t talk to you like I used to. I don’t know whether what I say will spark you to go quiet for hours on end again. I am on eggshells everywhere now. I don’t know if you’ll be more yourself when I get home, I don’t know if the girl that attacked you is coming for you while I’m gone. I don’t know if she’s out terrorizing anyone else? Fuck. I –” He closes his jaw with another clack of teeth, steps back to where his hip presses against the counter again as he shakes his head.
And that’s when it hurts, so sharply and so deeply, that the curl of his lip is feline in nature and cutting sharply across the panes of his face. “I do come home to you.” He snaps. Sure, he’d thought about not coming home tonight if only to avoid this, but in the end he’d always come back – had always come home.
But he struggles with trying to figure out just where home is anymore. None of those roguish, fleeting smirks and easy jests between them. Just Sunjata, doing his best to try and keep the peace, doing his best to try and keep from shoving Nate into that hollow shell he’d taken over with an iron fist, unable to let even him fully try to pull him out of. And it grates, like a sharp knife against his skin again and again until he can’t help but to let the words slip from his throat of the not-so-secret secret.
He takes a sharp inhale as he debates between softening, of catering to the shutting down. Maybe… Maybe if he were stronger, weren’t so fired up and in pain and tired and so exhausted and wanting nothing more than for things to go back to how they once had been, he would keep the sharpness of his tone. But his father rears his ugly head in him. “We both had that oversight.” He adds sharply, shifting his weight but keeping the distance between them.
“And I don’t know what to do, Nate. I don’t know. I can’t talk to you like I used to. I don’t know whether what I say will spark you to go quiet for hours on end again. I am on eggshells everywhere now. I don’t know if you’ll be more yourself when I get home, I don’t know if the girl that attacked you is coming for you while I’m gone. I don’t know if she’s out terrorizing anyone else? Fuck. I –” He closes his jaw with another clack of teeth, steps back to where his hip presses against the counter again as he shakes his head.
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.
