SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
She tries to offer comfort in the only way she knows how – by touch. And the two of them are so incredibly similar that it works, that her confirmation that she would do the same, somehow, helps in the instance where he feels like he’s losing literally everything he’s ever come to care about. But then she’s leaning back and he’s pursing his lips, nibbling at the inside of his ruined cheek, keeping his gaze down as if looking up at her own would find pity – and if there’s something that’s become abundantly clear to the Attuned, it’s that pity is the last thing he needs.
It may be the last thing he wants, even.
“Hotaru’s gone for good.” Sunjata interjects, lifting his gaze to finally peer at her face. “And Nate… Nate says he loves me. But Safrin cursed him before he… Changed? And now if I or Kamaria touch him it literally hurts him. I can’t do anything about that. All I can do is hope that maybe one day I can touch my husband again.” His voice wavers a bit, before he’s shaking his head and sucking down a sigh, leaning back in his chair and lifting his head to stare at the ceiling.
“And I just fucking came back from the Trial and getting my life back on track and I fucked it all up. And… And even though he’s taking a break, I’m terrified of if he decides he doesn’t want to. What do I do then?” His head drops to peer at Aurelia – the broken stormy gaze meeting her emeralds.
They both know what his obvious choice would be. But that wouldn’t be fair.
It may be the last thing he wants, even.
“Hotaru’s gone for good.” Sunjata interjects, lifting his gaze to finally peer at her face. “And Nate… Nate says he loves me. But Safrin cursed him before he… Changed? And now if I or Kamaria touch him it literally hurts him. I can’t do anything about that. All I can do is hope that maybe one day I can touch my husband again.” His voice wavers a bit, before he’s shaking his head and sucking down a sigh, leaning back in his chair and lifting his head to stare at the ceiling.
“And I just fucking came back from the Trial and getting my life back on track and I fucked it all up. And… And even though he’s taking a break, I’m terrified of if he decides he doesn’t want to. What do I do then?” His head drops to peer at Aurelia – the broken stormy gaze meeting her emeralds.
They both know what his obvious choice would be. But that wouldn’t be fair.
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.
