SUNJATA
the flood
all the drinkin' and the druggin' and the black and the red
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
the achy skin and all the sweat in my bed
Each promise she makes is like a dagger that stabs him. Each confession, each offering, while good intentioned spins on an axis with nothing to pull it back. She would never abandon him. Oh, but she should. She would never deny his existence. She should. It burns along the back of his mind, down his parched throat, down through every vein like lightning as he hides away from her.
He can hear her crying, and it only makes him crumple in on himself more. He shuts her out, closes himself to her, keeps his eyes covered and lets himself burn with the frustration of not being able to see what he knows to be true. There’s a shaky inhale of breath, feeling the sensation of tears well up in his eyes. But he can’t see, he feels like he’s back in Korofi, sat at a regal wooden table with his father there. And if he cries, if he lets a single tear drop, his father will make sure it’s the last in public.
“Maybe… Maybe you should.” He stumbles over the words, feathers flaring and shifting with an invisible wind, trembling almost. “I’m dangerous. You should… Go, before it happens again.” There, not a single tear has fallen, and he thinks he’s sounded proper enough, even as Haai arrives to drop a blanket around him and cover his shoulders.
He can hear her crying, and it only makes him crumple in on himself more. He shuts her out, closes himself to her, keeps his eyes covered and lets himself burn with the frustration of not being able to see what he knows to be true. There’s a shaky inhale of breath, feeling the sensation of tears well up in his eyes. But he can’t see, he feels like he’s back in Korofi, sat at a regal wooden table with his father there. And if he cries, if he lets a single tear drop, his father will make sure it’s the last in public.
“Maybe… Maybe you should.” He stumbles over the words, feathers flaring and shifting with an invisible wind, trembling almost. “I’m dangerous. You should… Go, before it happens again.” There, not a single tear has fallen, and he thinks he’s sounded proper enough, even as Haai arrives to drop a blanket around him and cover his shoulders.
i think i'm losin' too much
but there's just never enough
but there's just never enough
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.
