SUNJATA
the flood
you killed a man there, and i cried
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
He demands that she prove it to him, and until she does there’s no sorrow or regret on making her shrink away. He watches, instead, still as a statue as she shrinks into a small shift, copper and black and white in comparison to his edges of black, hardened plates. He doesn’t know what it is, but it looks soft, it looks small and easy for him and his number of shifts to outrun if she answers him wrong.
She doesn’t, though. His eyes narrow on her, focusing intensely as she begins, as she takes a step or two back and the ash swirls up, the particles visible with the slight stream of light that peeks through the panes of a broken window, cracked and shattered and distorted.
If you cut him, he’d bleed iron.
There’s only two people he can recall he’s ever said such a thing to, a quote that came from Lusea herself that Sunjata had often repeated back in Korofi. And for the mention of his previous Trials and the one he’d gone through here? Well, it breaks him out of his stupor, his head shaking a fraction before he’s exhaling sharply, reaching up to rub at the scar to his cheek as he works his jaw. And that’s that.
He steps toward her, unable to remove the plates from his arms and neck, instead choosing to keep his side of the bond mostly quiet, if not for a sparking bit of relief that surges through him, kneeling and offering an arm for her to climb up on. I’m sorry, Aurelia. He says quietly, his apology pulsing with a sensation of regret among the underlying hints of his anger. What, uh, are you? He asks, chewing at the inside of his ruined cheek.
She doesn’t, though. His eyes narrow on her, focusing intensely as she begins, as she takes a step or two back and the ash swirls up, the particles visible with the slight stream of light that peeks through the panes of a broken window, cracked and shattered and distorted.
If you cut him, he’d bleed iron.
There’s only two people he can recall he’s ever said such a thing to, a quote that came from Lusea herself that Sunjata had often repeated back in Korofi. And for the mention of his previous Trials and the one he’d gone through here? Well, it breaks him out of his stupor, his head shaking a fraction before he’s exhaling sharply, reaching up to rub at the scar to his cheek as he works his jaw. And that’s that.
He steps toward her, unable to remove the plates from his arms and neck, instead choosing to keep his side of the bond mostly quiet, if not for a sparking bit of relief that surges through him, kneeling and offering an arm for her to climb up on. I’m sorry, Aurelia. He says quietly, his apology pulsing with a sensation of regret among the underlying hints of his anger. What, uh, are you? He asks, chewing at the inside of his ruined cheek.
by the way, dear, we're alive
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
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.
