SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
The shadows disperse and Sunjata moves to take her hand, pulling himself toward her despite the soreness and exhaustion that linger in his bones. She’s on the windowsill, just as she had been when he’d received the quest — but this time it’s different, her hands cradling his stubbled cheeks, his steel gaze focused entirely on her. “First time seeing an octopus made of lava.” He retorts, a small smile curling along his face.
But then the light begins to filter in, so incredibly bright that he finds he can’t look at her even despite the way his eyes narrow and shift in an attempt to keep her in his sights. And when it fades? All exhaustion, soreness, tightness to his burns and skin are gone. His smile grows wider as he focuses on her once again, moving to stand a bit taller and less hunched. “You’re always too good to me. Thank you.” And with it, the hand at her side still clutching the necklace of dark pearl, ramphire feathers, and one navy blue feather of his own, lifts so he might be able to place it around her neck. “I brought you a gift.” An easy rumble from his chest before he’s clasping it around her star shimmering neck.
But talk of the daggers approaches, and she takes the daggers used for blood, his gaze watching as the clean blade alights in varying colors for each race, a low hum of awe slipping from his throat. Until…. Until she says Fae is there, and his brows furrow, gaze snapping to her face. He doesn’t dare question her, instead filtering through his memory to try and find where he’d used it, knowing the races of nearly everyone that he’d used it on…
Except the girl in the street, with Nate’s attack, when he’d sunk the blade into her side as she’d left. His gut swirls with discomfort, a hardness set to his jaw as he exhales a slow sigh. The only thing that made sense to Sunjata now was that it probably was a planned attack. “Can you tell when I got it? Was it just before LongNight?” He asks, unsure how far the magic went, but wanting to try and confirm his suspicions.
But then the light begins to filter in, so incredibly bright that he finds he can’t look at her even despite the way his eyes narrow and shift in an attempt to keep her in his sights. And when it fades? All exhaustion, soreness, tightness to his burns and skin are gone. His smile grows wider as he focuses on her once again, moving to stand a bit taller and less hunched. “You’re always too good to me. Thank you.” And with it, the hand at her side still clutching the necklace of dark pearl, ramphire feathers, and one navy blue feather of his own, lifts so he might be able to place it around her neck. “I brought you a gift.” An easy rumble from his chest before he’s clasping it around her star shimmering neck.
But talk of the daggers approaches, and she takes the daggers used for blood, his gaze watching as the clean blade alights in varying colors for each race, a low hum of awe slipping from his throat. Until…. Until she says Fae is there, and his brows furrow, gaze snapping to her face. He doesn’t dare question her, instead filtering through his memory to try and find where he’d used it, knowing the races of nearly everyone that he’d used it on…
Except the girl in the street, with Nate’s attack, when he’d sunk the blade into her side as she’d left. His gut swirls with discomfort, a hardness set to his jaw as he exhales a slow sigh. The only thing that made sense to Sunjata now was that it probably was a planned attack. “Can you tell when I got it? Was it just before LongNight?” He asks, unsure how far the magic went, but wanting to try and confirm his suspicions.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
