leaving well enough alone is no choice of yours to make
guilty says the proof, this town has no room for you
They’re out of breath and Sunjata’s bleeding, his sides covered in it. It makes it worse, far slicker paired with the rain, and part of it is almost poetic to an extent. His trial had been on a dark, dreary day such as this. And it’s in this time where they sit there, catching their breath, Sunjata attempting not to choke on his own blood, staring at his father as his voice burns against his mind. It buzzes, it vibrates, and he casts a glance over his shoulder to the crashing waves below.
Sunjata doesn’t move when Shaju steps forward, his gaze snapping back to his father. The blade drops into the sand, and he steps forward to greet Shaju – not on edge, no, but with a plan behind those dark eyes, a plan that would be… Difficult. And his father had never been one for affection, nothing even close. But he tries, because there was that smile, that hint of pride of him learning. "No." He pauses, brows furrowing in both his pain and shame.
And well, he puts it to use here.
He stumbles forward, a broken and choked sound leaving his throat. “Please, dad.” A few words, a white flag flown (though, looking at you Jack, you’ll know what it means), arms opening as if for some sort of acceptance, to know when the fight was lost and to give up before then, to open himself up for his father.
Sunjata doesn’t move when Shaju steps forward, his gaze snapping back to his father. The blade drops into the sand, and he steps forward to greet Shaju – not on edge, no, but with a plan behind those dark eyes, a plan that would be… Difficult. And his father had never been one for affection, nothing even close. But he tries, because there was that smile, that hint of pride of him learning. "No." He pauses, brows furrowing in both his pain and shame.
And well, he puts it to use here.
He stumbles forward, a broken and choked sound leaving his throat. “Please, dad.” A few words, a white flag flown (though, looking at you Jack, you’ll know what it means), arms opening as if for some sort of acceptance, to know when the fight was lost and to give up before then, to open himself up for his father.
so look out, i fear they follow near
from the gallows you'll swing for all the kids to see
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.
