so show me your love under a bad moon // we'll find your pieces in your bedroom
'cause it's bringing me back // it's bringing me back
'cause it's bringing me back // it's bringing me back
It does feel like a dream, and as they continue to walk – tripping and recovering, quiet snickers leaving Sunjata, he can feel the relief that wells down the companion bond between him and Haai. She sits contently next to an older looking man, one that likely worked on the docks and was in charge of most of these smaller weddings. He seems surprised there isn’t more people arriving, but given the state of the two and hearing of the sickness that’s rampaged through Torchline, he can’t say he’s really surprised.
But they’d made the date when they were healthy and had remembered to come, so that at the very least is some solace to the older man.
He stands beside a pillar of sorts, necklaces made of flowers draped onto the side of it, and when Sunjata and Nate have arrived fully, both companions there and the rings dropped from Haai’s maw for the man to take, Sunjata’s gaze reluctantly tears from Nate to focus on the man. He takes a deep inhale, gesturing to the flowers on the side, vibrant and bright. ‘Welcome. Y’both look like ya might be lookin’ forward t’the honeymoon so might as well get this goin’, ah?’ Does Sunjata mind it? Not one bit. They’d talked about the tradition prior, both one of Torchline’s and his Korofian one, they’ve figured out a way to make it work.
‘A’ight. I got these flowers here ‘n I’m gonna have ya pick one, present ‘em to one ‘nother with a smile ‘n a kiss t’the cheek.’ So saying, the man holds out two flower necklaces, both look similar enough to one another with a few differences here and there. Both are green and white, and will easily sit around the shoulders without trouble. He hands one to both Sunjata and Nate, waiting for them to take them and offer them to each other, a task that has Sunjata reluctantly letting go of Nate’s hand to grab his, but he does, clutching the flowers tenderly as if they were one of the most precious things.
But they’d made the date when they were healthy and had remembered to come, so that at the very least is some solace to the older man.
He stands beside a pillar of sorts, necklaces made of flowers draped onto the side of it, and when Sunjata and Nate have arrived fully, both companions there and the rings dropped from Haai’s maw for the man to take, Sunjata’s gaze reluctantly tears from Nate to focus on the man. He takes a deep inhale, gesturing to the flowers on the side, vibrant and bright. ‘Welcome. Y’both look like ya might be lookin’ forward t’the honeymoon so might as well get this goin’, ah?’ Does Sunjata mind it? Not one bit. They’d talked about the tradition prior, both one of Torchline’s and his Korofian one, they’ve figured out a way to make it work.
‘A’ight. I got these flowers here ‘n I’m gonna have ya pick one, present ‘em to one ‘nother with a smile ‘n a kiss t’the cheek.’ So saying, the man holds out two flower necklaces, both look similar enough to one another with a few differences here and there. Both are green and white, and will easily sit around the shoulders without trouble. He hands one to both Sunjata and Nate, waiting for them to take them and offer them to each other, a task that has Sunjata reluctantly letting go of Nate’s hand to grab his, but he does, clutching the flowers tenderly as if they were one of the most precious things.
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.
