// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
This time, it’s scarier. This time, Sunjata has next to no confidence that had Zeph not dragged him to Vai, had Zuriel not been there to heal him, that he wouldn’t be coming home. Much like the first time Nate and Sunjata met, he’d gotten in too deep, got lingering effects from a battle just as this. The first time, a mud monster, swallowing him up. This time, a sea panther and wrong placed lightning supercharging his heart.
His hand finds Nate’s once the cool presses to his temples are soothed, taking a slow and long inhale while he focuses on what he can place around himself. Nate. The chair. Haai off on the side. Pemota still hovering above him, calming his fears. As for waiting? His head immediately begins to shake before a bit of nausea comes roaring back and he stills. “I want to go with you.” Comes the quiet rumble as he settles himself again.
Mostly, he doesn’t want to be alone longer than he has to be.
After a few moments of regaining his senses, he finally lets Nate go, lacing his fingers in with Nate’s as he moves to stand, swaying a bit as dizziness takes over from the quick change. He stands still, recovering where he can, moving to go and follow Nate into the kitchen to promptly sit at the table at the closest chair to him. “My visions a bit blurry. Do you think that'll change?” He questions once he’s settled, his scarred hand flat against the top of the table, unfocused eyes trying to follow the lightning scars through his hand and his arm. Had the lightning fucked up his vision?
His hand finds Nate’s once the cool presses to his temples are soothed, taking a slow and long inhale while he focuses on what he can place around himself. Nate. The chair. Haai off on the side. Pemota still hovering above him, calming his fears. As for waiting? His head immediately begins to shake before a bit of nausea comes roaring back and he stills. “I want to go with you.” Comes the quiet rumble as he settles himself again.
Mostly, he doesn’t want to be alone longer than he has to be.
After a few moments of regaining his senses, he finally lets Nate go, lacing his fingers in with Nate’s as he moves to stand, swaying a bit as dizziness takes over from the quick change. He stands still, recovering where he can, moving to go and follow Nate into the kitchen to promptly sit at the table at the closest chair to him. “My visions a bit blurry. Do you think that'll change?” He questions once he’s settled, his scarred hand flat against the top of the table, unfocused eyes trying to follow the lightning scars through his hand and his arm. Had the lightning fucked up his vision?
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.
