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
It isn’t the first time he’s threatened me. Sunjata says through the bond, working his jaw despite how Aurelia begins to grow angry, frustrated, pissed off. He doesn’t blame her – it’s only fuel to his own inner fire of anger. But Sunjata’s quick to respond to who went to bat for him when she’d stabbed him with that dagger.
It’s with a pulse of something unreadable, as if it’s a mix of comfort and discomfort. Safrin. The tattoo, it moved when she stabbed me. Healed me. It’s a warbling sensation, one that has him shifting on his feet uncomfortably, inhaling a sharp breath, dragging a hand through his hair, now grown out quite a bit more than he typically kept it.
Still, he’s still bound to Safrin, in more ways than one. It’s something he hasn’t thought much about since Nate had returned, since everything had started, but he hopes that she’d be there to protect him, to help him, when nobody else could. Aurelia’s rage is palpable in the air, though, and she doesn’t need to be attuned to get the point across – the way her anger melds in some strange chimera of his own with his grief.
He tugs her closer again, in another hug. I’ve banned Deimos from Torchline. He pauses, lips curling in a frown. Hotaru, though, she’ll need to be captured and brought back before we decide what to do with her. As for whatever else they have planned? Well, he knows one thing. It’d be important to separate them. We need to separate them, prevent any other possible plans they might have. For now, though? This… Was an attack on me as far as I can tell.
It’s with a pulse of something unreadable, as if it’s a mix of comfort and discomfort. Safrin. The tattoo, it moved when she stabbed me. Healed me. It’s a warbling sensation, one that has him shifting on his feet uncomfortably, inhaling a sharp breath, dragging a hand through his hair, now grown out quite a bit more than he typically kept it.
Still, he’s still bound to Safrin, in more ways than one. It’s something he hasn’t thought much about since Nate had returned, since everything had started, but he hopes that she’d be there to protect him, to help him, when nobody else could. Aurelia’s rage is palpable in the air, though, and she doesn’t need to be attuned to get the point across – the way her anger melds in some strange chimera of his own with his grief.
He tugs her closer again, in another hug. I’ve banned Deimos from Torchline. He pauses, lips curling in a frown. Hotaru, though, she’ll need to be captured and brought back before we decide what to do with her. As for whatever else they have planned? Well, he knows one thing. It’d be important to separate them. We need to separate them, prevent any other possible plans they might have. For now, though? This… Was an attack on me as far as I can tell.
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.
