SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
She has a point, honestly. And it’s that which has him avoiding her gaze. The fact that even her life felt like a whirlwind, let alone his, says as much as he’d expected. Caido kept dealing him card after card and all Sunjata was trying to do was survive. It was growing increasingly more difficult as time went on. So he takes a sharp inhale, focusing his attention on the papers that didn’t really mean anything in the long run, not in comparison to what it felt like now.
It’s okay… Aurelia says, and it’s that which has him immediately shaking his head, searching for a way out of this comfort. He isn’t… used to it, not in the slightest, and it only makes him want to curl up and hide away. He can’t, though. He doesn’t know if he ever can again. And luckily, or perhaps unluckily, she stiffens in a way that seems to suggest his words have snagged on something that didn’t make sense with her.
He almost wants to laugh with the absurdity of it all. So he sets down the pen in his hand, lifting it to his head to rub at his temple. “It’s quite stupid, actually.” He manages, though his voice isn’t as amused as the front he puts on. “She called me to her. To ask about the war. And… There wasn’t really a way of getting out of choosing a side. I had to choose hers, the Old Gods, but I told her I couldn’t harm Nate.” And that was the crux, the thing that had shifted it all completely, because of his fears.
His gaze levels on her, dark and heavy. “I bargained with her to save Nate’s life should the Voice be destroyed. But words wouldn’t do, evidently, so… We bargained a life for a life.” He pauses, to purse his lips, feeling the awkward tug on the scar on his face. “I care for my child with her, and Safrin would do everything she could to ensure that I didn’t lose Nate.” A selfish thing, really, but Sunjata had already admitted that he was.
And here he is, falling apart because of it.
It’s okay… Aurelia says, and it’s that which has him immediately shaking his head, searching for a way out of this comfort. He isn’t… used to it, not in the slightest, and it only makes him want to curl up and hide away. He can’t, though. He doesn’t know if he ever can again. And luckily, or perhaps unluckily, she stiffens in a way that seems to suggest his words have snagged on something that didn’t make sense with her.
He almost wants to laugh with the absurdity of it all. So he sets down the pen in his hand, lifting it to his head to rub at his temple. “It’s quite stupid, actually.” He manages, though his voice isn’t as amused as the front he puts on. “She called me to her. To ask about the war. And… There wasn’t really a way of getting out of choosing a side. I had to choose hers, the Old Gods, but I told her I couldn’t harm Nate.” And that was the crux, the thing that had shifted it all completely, because of his fears.
His gaze levels on her, dark and heavy. “I bargained with her to save Nate’s life should the Voice be destroyed. But words wouldn’t do, evidently, so… We bargained a life for a life.” He pauses, to purse his lips, feeling the awkward tug on the scar on his face. “I care for my child with her, and Safrin would do everything she could to ensure that I didn’t lose Nate.” A selfish thing, really, but Sunjata had already admitted that he was.
And here he is, falling apart because of it.
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.
