SUNJATA
the flood
feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches
as you swim back to the beaches
Yes, blood like his. So he puts it in terms that she might understand, the idea that the man he’d fallen over the cliff with, his father, had been a king in layman's terms. The Arbiter of Korofi, one part of a whole that had councils and authority wielded with an iron fist. “My father was the Arbiter, back in Korofi. Sort of like a king, so I was specifically held to higher standards, but all those with noble blood had limits on when and how many children they had.” They all had to have them, but only one boy and only one girl. And should the boy perish in the Trial? Well, it was supposed to be an honor.
As for the rest of it? It could be good. It could be nice. But it feels like everything is falling apart. Only when she mentions Safrin does his gaze lift, finally taking a look at her face. “Mm, well, we’ll see won’t we?” There’s no amusement there, nothing but the fact she’s made the correct assumption. There had been a reason. And now he doesn’t know if it’ll even work.
He doesn’t know if they want it to work. But he also doesn’t know what he’d do without his husband. That was the entire reason he got into this mess in the first place.
“No, they do care. You just need to be smart about it. Pick your words and vows carefully. Besides, a pretty face like yours should get along well with the Old Gods.” He shrugs, starting to fill the next bag she prepares. “The Voice on the other hand is different from the heralds. Perhaps you’ll take a liking to her too.” It doesn’t surprise him that she had never gotten a response, given the fact the heralds had been trapped in the bubble with the Voice the last 300 or so years.
Doesn’t mean she can’t try again, though.
She speaks again and he barks out a huff of unamused laughter, shaking his head. “No, I’m pretty sure I deserve it actually. All the things I’ve done are finally coming to bite me in the ass.” This is said with a clench to his jaw, his focus falling on filling up the sandbags now.
As for the rest of it? It could be good. It could be nice. But it feels like everything is falling apart. Only when she mentions Safrin does his gaze lift, finally taking a look at her face. “Mm, well, we’ll see won’t we?” There’s no amusement there, nothing but the fact she’s made the correct assumption. There had been a reason. And now he doesn’t know if it’ll even work.
He doesn’t know if they want it to work. But he also doesn’t know what he’d do without his husband. That was the entire reason he got into this mess in the first place.
“No, they do care. You just need to be smart about it. Pick your words and vows carefully. Besides, a pretty face like yours should get along well with the Old Gods.” He shrugs, starting to fill the next bag she prepares. “The Voice on the other hand is different from the heralds. Perhaps you’ll take a liking to her too.” It doesn’t surprise him that she had never gotten a response, given the fact the heralds had been trapped in the bubble with the Voice the last 300 or so years.
Doesn’t mean she can’t try again, though.
She speaks again and he barks out a huff of unamused laughter, shaking his head. “No, I’m pretty sure I deserve it actually. All the things I’ve done are finally coming to bite me in the ass.” This is said with a clench to his jaw, his focus falling on filling up the sandbags now.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float
as you float, you float, you float
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.
