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
If there’s one thing Aurelia could say that would shock him, still him to second guess everything he’s thought about these last few very long months, it’s exactly the thing that falls from her lips. That he doesn’t need the forgiveness – despite how long he’s gone thinking that he needed to be forgiven for his crimes. For all of them. For the blood that continued to drip from his fingers, as if he’d never quite been able to shut off the faucet.
And so he stills, his eyes lingering on Aurelia but not quite looking at her. It’s pushed away, a far off thought as he focuses on what she says, trying to digest it and the understanding that only comes from someone who would likely have done the same. And he decides it makes it an easier pill to swallow – that perhaps, even if Nate never forgave him from it, that the demigod understood why he had done it.
It hadn’t been done in malice. It hadn’t been done in anger. It had been a betrayal specifically made of love, because Sunjata’s far too weak of a man to survive without the Ascended. Because he’d rather try and find a way to selfishly keep Nate with him rather than have to live a life without him.
I haven’t forgiven myself for the things I’ve done decades ago. He says quietly, sadly. Even if everyone else had, those deaths at his Trial still sat in dusty boxes in the basement of his soul, still there, still looked at, still ashamed of.
He had never wanted to be a murderer. He’d never wanted to become like this. He’d never wanted this.
But her words fracture him, and he has to look away as his face twitches, screwing up slightly as he purses his lips – the scar along his cheek tugging with the motion and he works his jaw, teeth grinding together as he takes a steadying breath before his mental voice is croaked back to her, the only thing that comes to mind through his speechlessness, unable to come up with anything more eloquent but he hopes the point still comes across. Aurelia... Thank you.
- FIN <333
And so he stills, his eyes lingering on Aurelia but not quite looking at her. It’s pushed away, a far off thought as he focuses on what she says, trying to digest it and the understanding that only comes from someone who would likely have done the same. And he decides it makes it an easier pill to swallow – that perhaps, even if Nate never forgave him from it, that the demigod understood why he had done it.
It hadn’t been done in malice. It hadn’t been done in anger. It had been a betrayal specifically made of love, because Sunjata’s far too weak of a man to survive without the Ascended. Because he’d rather try and find a way to selfishly keep Nate with him rather than have to live a life without him.
I haven’t forgiven myself for the things I’ve done decades ago. He says quietly, sadly. Even if everyone else had, those deaths at his Trial still sat in dusty boxes in the basement of his soul, still there, still looked at, still ashamed of.
He had never wanted to be a murderer. He’d never wanted to become like this. He’d never wanted this.
But her words fracture him, and he has to look away as his face twitches, screwing up slightly as he purses his lips – the scar along his cheek tugging with the motion and he works his jaw, teeth grinding together as he takes a steadying breath before his mental voice is croaked back to her, the only thing that comes to mind through his speechlessness, unable to come up with anything more eloquent but he hopes the point still comes across. Aurelia... Thank you.
- FIN <333
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.
