SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He catches the surprise in her face, the realization that she didn’t know, and he looks away as quickly as he can, focusing on writing some random bullshit beneath a question that he can re-evaluate later when he’s actually focused. For now, though, he’s a bit drunk, pretty fucking sad, and exhausted. He’s content to remain in his own whirlwind, however, staring down at the blueprints without entirely seeing her, until the silence overcomes them and she hasn’t responded.
But her hand is on his, his hand twitching and flinching slightly, but it doesn’t move. He instead continues to stare down at the papers strewn before him, hearing her say that she was sorry, that she wasn’t upset with him. Was she the first to say that to him? He thinks so. So he clenches his jaw, grinds his teeth, takes a long and slow inhale, slowly getting his gaze to rise to meet her a bit more full on.
He’s not good at this, not good at explaining himself or his emotions. He knows she isn’t either. They were similar, after all, in the ways that mattered – in the ways that her hand rests on his rather than the monologue of words that wouldn’t fully sink in. “Sometimes… Things happen so fast and I just have to get them over with. I don’t know why.” He offers her in way of explanation, grimacing slightly and averting his gaze again. “That’s what happened both times.” With his father. With the baby.
“Hotaru’s left me and Nate. Nate… He wants space. A break.” He focuses on her hand on his instead of looking at her. “And I have a five-year-old at home that’s mine and Safrin’s that I have to take care of.” Which is fine, that isn’t the part he’s concerned about. It’s the fact that he’s had a child with Safrin and everyone around him was leaving because of it.
But Aurelia? Aurelia’s stayed. She’s stayed when he’d offered his snappy remark back. And it’s a boon for him with how low he’s gotten.
But her hand is on his, his hand twitching and flinching slightly, but it doesn’t move. He instead continues to stare down at the papers strewn before him, hearing her say that she was sorry, that she wasn’t upset with him. Was she the first to say that to him? He thinks so. So he clenches his jaw, grinds his teeth, takes a long and slow inhale, slowly getting his gaze to rise to meet her a bit more full on.
He’s not good at this, not good at explaining himself or his emotions. He knows she isn’t either. They were similar, after all, in the ways that mattered – in the ways that her hand rests on his rather than the monologue of words that wouldn’t fully sink in. “Sometimes… Things happen so fast and I just have to get them over with. I don’t know why.” He offers her in way of explanation, grimacing slightly and averting his gaze again. “That’s what happened both times.” With his father. With the baby.
“Hotaru’s left me and Nate. Nate… He wants space. A break.” He focuses on her hand on his instead of looking at her. “And I have a five-year-old at home that’s mine and Safrin’s that I have to take care of.” Which is fine, that isn’t the part he’s concerned about. It’s the fact that he’s had a child with Safrin and everyone around him was leaving because of it.
But Aurelia? Aurelia’s stayed. She’s stayed when he’d offered his snappy remark back. And it’s a boon for him with how low he’s gotten.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
