SUNJATA
the flood
He watches, waiting as Ronin becomes himself again, as the light flickers away into darkness again and the Star moves to guide him to the hearth. And he follows – trust built in an instant with the way Ronin had broken rank, had saved him, had faced his father as such a force that nobody else had ever done before. And somewhere deep down in that subconscious of the dream, he knows Ronin would never hurt him.
So the boy lets himself be guided, standing before the hearth and running his fingers along the river rock there, letting the warmth of it seep into his bones. His question is answered, and there’s uncertainty that crosses into the dream, as if the boy needs permission in order to keep these things, regardless of how much he’d wished for them.
But he sits when the glowing Ronin does, a swift and exaggerated bob of his head in response to the other question, pulling his leg up onto the edge of the hearth to peer at the gouge in his leg – one that once the dream was over, Ronin would find scarred into the edge of his calf. “I’m okay.” A quiet answer.
“I’ve never… Had my own things before.” They always got taken away, even the things he’d made for himself. He pulls the other leg up, wrapping his arms around them both, propping his chin up on his knees and lets boyishly soft steel eyes focus on Ronin. “Why did you do that?”
So the boy lets himself be guided, standing before the hearth and running his fingers along the river rock there, letting the warmth of it seep into his bones. His question is answered, and there’s uncertainty that crosses into the dream, as if the boy needs permission in order to keep these things, regardless of how much he’d wished for them.
But he sits when the glowing Ronin does, a swift and exaggerated bob of his head in response to the other question, pulling his leg up onto the edge of the hearth to peer at the gouge in his leg – one that once the dream was over, Ronin would find scarred into the edge of his calf. “I’m okay.” A quiet answer.
“I’ve never… Had my own things before.” They always got taken away, even the things he’d made for himself. He pulls the other leg up, wrapping his arms around them both, propping his chin up on his knees and lets boyishly soft steel eyes focus on Ronin. “Why did you do that?”
- Why did you save me?
- Why hadn’t anyone else?
i said i saw you in the water
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.
