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
A lot. That’s what he wants to say, but he doesn’t because now Nate’s unleashed the floodgate once again, and Sunjata can’t stop. Finding those insecurities, of knowing Nate’s trying and yet poking at them anyway to rip them open again. And he watches the shadow of Nate, still unable to see him in the dark, unable to partially shift his gaze to better see – maybe there’s a part of him that regrets it, that regrets saying and doing everything he has. But again, that little part of him nags with the idea that he didn’t have a choice.
He’s always had a choice, though hasn’t he?
Perhaps not for what comes next, not as Nate starts again and Sunjata can still feel his heartbeat thundering within him, feels it pulsing and beating against the scar on his neck. His steel gaze is narrowed on Nate, trying his damnedest to keep the anger swallowed down as Nate shuts down, but it doesn’t work and he hates this part of himself, so incredibly much. “I get it.” He replies gruffly, almost unwillingly – understanding more than he should what it’s like to get attacked and having to deal with the consequences of that. At least his scars and things could be hidden beneath clothes, but gods his body was a walking chapter of pain and mistakes.
“You didn’t know, Nate.” There’s that glimmering frustration. “Everything was fine, until then. And all it takes is that one time. I’m terrified to lose you too, but I feel like I already am.” His voice shakes, and he tears his gaze away, moving to the counter to down the rest of the liquor in the glass before setting it down perhaps a bit too hard where he almost flinches. But he can’t entirely see the table, that’s a good enough excuse right?
As for the week? That’s when his jaw clenches hard again and he braces his hands along the table, body half turned away from Nate now, head hanging between his shoulders. “No. We don’t.” He begins, and it fucking hurts. “Jack’s making me go into the Fingers in place of him.”
He’s always had a choice, though hasn’t he?
Perhaps not for what comes next, not as Nate starts again and Sunjata can still feel his heartbeat thundering within him, feels it pulsing and beating against the scar on his neck. His steel gaze is narrowed on Nate, trying his damnedest to keep the anger swallowed down as Nate shuts down, but it doesn’t work and he hates this part of himself, so incredibly much. “I get it.” He replies gruffly, almost unwillingly – understanding more than he should what it’s like to get attacked and having to deal with the consequences of that. At least his scars and things could be hidden beneath clothes, but gods his body was a walking chapter of pain and mistakes.
“You didn’t know, Nate.” There’s that glimmering frustration. “Everything was fine, until then. And all it takes is that one time. I’m terrified to lose you too, but I feel like I already am.” His voice shakes, and he tears his gaze away, moving to the counter to down the rest of the liquor in the glass before setting it down perhaps a bit too hard where he almost flinches. But he can’t entirely see the table, that’s a good enough excuse right?
As for the week? That’s when his jaw clenches hard again and he braces his hands along the table, body half turned away from Nate now, head hanging between his shoulders. “No. We don’t.” He begins, and it fucking hurts. “Jack’s making me go into the Fingers in place of him.”
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.
