SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
Perhaps it would be worth asking. Perhaps he should just stop assuming – wasn’t that what got him into this mess? It’s a tangle of feelings that rebound inside his mind, one he keeps behind that careful mask that’s only seen the darkening of his gaze, the way he tries to relax just as she does and finds it faltering, stuttered, awkward. Still, he tries, tilting his head to look back at her, keeping his hand at her calf, his thumb stroking an idle touch because at least it wasn’t hurting her, just as his touch hard hurt his husband.
And it’s a connection, really, a moment where he doesn’t have to bear it all alone. “I hope so.” He agrees quietly. He hopes Nate comes back home. What would he do without him? He purses his lips a moment, lets his gaze drift toward her again. “I… No, I’m quite terrible at it actually.” Here he offers a wince. “It feels unfair to load it onto anyone else.” So he seeks out distractions, ways to ignore it for a time, to blend the sorrow and heartbreak into something he doesn’t have to worry about.
Unfortunately, having a daughter put a damper in his usual black out drunk plans.
She takes his hand and scoots closer, and Sunjata watches her as she lifts his hand to her lips – finding that gentle touch from her something that is kind and nice, far too much for him. Still, there’s a small ghosting of a smile that crosses his face, a pause as he runs his tongue along his lower lip, before a slow exhale leaves him. “Thank you, Maeve.” He rumbles, shifting his hand a bit so that he might be able to run his thumb along her jaw gently. “I’m… Not alright.” He finds it so incredibly difficult to talk about how he’s feeling that it comes out staggered and awkward. Enough so that a flicker of a wince crosses his face before it’s gone. “It’s a lot.” He finally decides with a slightly louder exhale.
And it’s a connection, really, a moment where he doesn’t have to bear it all alone. “I hope so.” He agrees quietly. He hopes Nate comes back home. What would he do without him? He purses his lips a moment, lets his gaze drift toward her again. “I… No, I’m quite terrible at it actually.” Here he offers a wince. “It feels unfair to load it onto anyone else.” So he seeks out distractions, ways to ignore it for a time, to blend the sorrow and heartbreak into something he doesn’t have to worry about.
Unfortunately, having a daughter put a damper in his usual black out drunk plans.
She takes his hand and scoots closer, and Sunjata watches her as she lifts his hand to her lips – finding that gentle touch from her something that is kind and nice, far too much for him. Still, there’s a small ghosting of a smile that crosses his face, a pause as he runs his tongue along his lower lip, before a slow exhale leaves him. “Thank you, Maeve.” He rumbles, shifting his hand a bit so that he might be able to run his thumb along her jaw gently. “I’m… Not alright.” He finds it so incredibly difficult to talk about how he’s feeling that it comes out staggered and awkward. Enough so that a flicker of a wince crosses his face before it’s gone. “It’s a lot.” He finally decides with a slightly louder exhale.
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
