SUNJATA
the flood
He blinks his confusion as he watches her, hears her say he doesn’t need to apologize for anything. It soothes something within him, makes it easier to acknowledge and hum his okay before they’re in the Advocates Guild now, not that Vai would truly know that’s what this was.
She sets him down on a crate and he can’t help but to lean forward, elbows braced on his knees as he closes his eyes and rests his head in his hands, feeling the fever sweat and heat along his forehead. “I don’t know how this keeps happening.” He murmurs, quietly, frustrated before he lifts his head up to look at Vai.
Her hands find his temples and he closes his eyes, waiting for something to happen. “Will you come to it?” He asks, of the wedding. “I promised you I’d do the tradition… And I was married before and I did it but… I’m redoing it this time.” He extends his left hand out for her to see, the pale scar that crosses the inside of his hand.
She sets him down on a crate and he can’t help but to lean forward, elbows braced on his knees as he closes his eyes and rests his head in his hands, feeling the fever sweat and heat along his forehead. “I don’t know how this keeps happening.” He murmurs, quietly, frustrated before he lifts his head up to look at Vai.
Her hands find his temples and he closes his eyes, waiting for something to happen. “Will you come to it?” He asks, of the wedding. “I promised you I’d do the tradition… And I was married before and I did it but… I’m redoing it this time.” He extends his left hand out for her to see, the pale scar that crosses the inside of his hand.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
