i closed my eyes and saw my father's sins, they covered me like a second skin
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
i peeled them off, and sure i bled a bit, but now i'm free to sink my own damn ship
Nate’s mental voice is sharp and a bit distracting from the rest of everything going on, his gaze slipping over to Nate’s back with a quiet question, dejected and soft. What did you mean, then? He asks, leaving it open for Nate to say exactly what he meant by the words if only so Sunjata doesn’t fuck that up too.
Luckily for him, he’s also distracted by the starwhale and kittens that drift closer into the kitchen, noticing exactly how much distance Pemota puts between him and her. Which is fine, he gets it. He gets why, even if it hurts a fraction to see it happen. He tries not to let it show as he smiles to Kamaria. “A sand castle big enough for you?” He asks, flashing her a small smile and a raise of his brow, as if he isn’t sure whether or not she could. A challenge, of sorts, one that seemed like a good activity to do when it wasn’t about to storm outside.
At the mention of her eating more than them, betting that she can (or will?) eat more than him, his brows lift and his eyes widen. “Lotsa food huh?” he asks, casting his gaze back toward Nate as he offers just how much he can eat. “That’s true, Nate can eat much more than me alone.” He hums to Kamaria with a playful smile, one that fades just a fraction as soon as Nate’s turning around with the food.
“Thank you, Nate.” He rumbles quietly, gently, almost tentatively as he pretends to be focused on getting the pancakes cut for his daughter, pouring over it with syrup – but not too much – before he’s sliding it to her with a fork and leans on his elbow. “What do you think?” He asks her once she’s taken her first bite.
Luckily for him, he’s also distracted by the starwhale and kittens that drift closer into the kitchen, noticing exactly how much distance Pemota puts between him and her. Which is fine, he gets it. He gets why, even if it hurts a fraction to see it happen. He tries not to let it show as he smiles to Kamaria. “A sand castle big enough for you?” He asks, flashing her a small smile and a raise of his brow, as if he isn’t sure whether or not she could. A challenge, of sorts, one that seemed like a good activity to do when it wasn’t about to storm outside.
At the mention of her eating more than them, betting that she can (or will?) eat more than him, his brows lift and his eyes widen. “Lotsa food huh?” he asks, casting his gaze back toward Nate as he offers just how much he can eat. “That’s true, Nate can eat much more than me alone.” He hums to Kamaria with a playful smile, one that fades just a fraction as soon as Nate’s turning around with the food.
“Thank you, Nate.” He rumbles quietly, gently, almost tentatively as he pretends to be focused on getting the pancakes cut for his daughter, pouring over it with syrup – but not too much – before he’s sliding it to her with a fork and leans on his elbow. “What do you think?” He asks her once she’s taken her first bite.
i cut my branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the living room
SUNJATA
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.
