SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
“You didn’t see him when he was captured, Deimos.” Granted, all Sunjata could still see was his husband, muzzled like a wild animal, a feral gleam in his gaze. Oh, but he’d heard the story. “I trust him to care for himself and look out for himself, but there is nothing he can do if the Voice ceases to exist.” The look he gives Deimos is a fractured, shattered glass of steel, as if he’d thought about how Nate might try to survive the onslaught without the one there to give him the fuel necessary to simply survive. But he doesn’t think it necessary to explain it.
Deimos would know, after all. His closeness to Rexanna and Kiada assured him of that.
But he draws into himself, visibly flinching as Deimos forces those feelings down through the bond, cascading on a pitiful attempt of Sunjata trying his hardest to shut the Sword out. It ends up in white knuckles on the table, a gasp, such dread pooling in his stomach that he has to pace his breaths. “Then I fucking appreciate the generosity.” He snaps, grit out and quiet, before he’s readjusting in his seat.
“I’ve lost people too, Deimos. I can’t be this calculating, spying, ex-king like you. So by all means, fucking do it better than I did for Kiada, but do not come into my home and berate me when I am trying. I know I hurt Hotaru, I know I hurt Nate, but it was never done intentionally.” Muscles feather in his jaw and he stands suddenly, trying to get some distance from the shouting feelings down the bond. “You can get off your high horse any fucking time you want.” He manages to make it to the kitchen, his fingers trembling where he bunches them into a fist and stares back at Deimos, waiting for the next move.
Deimos would know, after all. His closeness to Rexanna and Kiada assured him of that.
But he draws into himself, visibly flinching as Deimos forces those feelings down through the bond, cascading on a pitiful attempt of Sunjata trying his hardest to shut the Sword out. It ends up in white knuckles on the table, a gasp, such dread pooling in his stomach that he has to pace his breaths. “Then I fucking appreciate the generosity.” He snaps, grit out and quiet, before he’s readjusting in his seat.
“I’ve lost people too, Deimos. I can’t be this calculating, spying, ex-king like you. So by all means, fucking do it better than I did for Kiada, but do not come into my home and berate me when I am trying. I know I hurt Hotaru, I know I hurt Nate, but it was never done intentionally.” Muscles feather in his jaw and he stands suddenly, trying to get some distance from the shouting feelings down the bond. “You can get off your high horse any fucking time you want.” He manages to make it to the kitchen, his fingers trembling where he bunches them into a fist and stares back at Deimos, waiting for the next move.
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
