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
Like with most things, Sunjata didn’t mean to hurt her. He doesn’t mean to let his words wrap around her in a jacket that doesn’t fit, in a way that has him cowering and huddling in on himself once the error is realized. And so he tries to close it out, tries to pretend that everything is fine, tries to encompass the stone faced version of his father who enjoyed hurting people.
But that’s not him. It never has been.
So he keeps himself hidden away as her curse is heard, eyes squeezing shut behind hands, internally flinching despite the way he knows he shouldn’t be. She says she won’t leave, and for Sunjata it feels like she’s signed up for a death sentence, it feels like she’s following the wrong path, like she’s willingly preparing herself to stumble along his path of destruction and wait for the axe to fall. He doesn’t know if he should be happy or angry, the uncertainty flickering in his veins. He shuts down, closes in on himself, has nothing to say other than to hide away and pretend it'll all go away.
But that’s not him. It never has been.
So he keeps himself hidden away as her curse is heard, eyes squeezing shut behind hands, internally flinching despite the way he knows he shouldn’t be. She says she won’t leave, and for Sunjata it feels like she’s signed up for a death sentence, it feels like she’s following the wrong path, like she’s willingly preparing herself to stumble along his path of destruction and wait for the axe to fall. He doesn’t know if he should be happy or angry, the uncertainty flickering in his veins. He shuts down, closes in on himself, has nothing to say other than to hide away and pretend it'll all go away.
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.
