SUNJATA
It’s a party. A party Sunjata thinks that both he and Nate desperately need. It has the added perk of getting Kamaria out in the open, even if Sunjata’s a bit on edge about the whole thing. Big parties out in open fields haven’t exactly been good for the majority of them. But it replaces the idea Sunjata had in his mind for a Torchline party, given the fact that there didn’t feel like much was worth celebrating.
So they gather their things, pop through the portal to the Grounds, and Sunjata shifts to give Kamaria and Nate a quick ride toward King’s End, high above the trees and cutting their trek shorter than if they were to travel by foot.
He touches down on the outskirts, lowering himself to the ground and waits patiently for Kamaria and Nate to depart, before he’s shifting back into himself — dressed relatively nicely for a party like this, a buttoned up shirt only halfway open, paired with boots and dark pants. His voice is still wavering between being there and hoarse to disappearing completely, but he’s slowly getting better in other ways. It all just takes time, he supposes.
His hand seeks out Kamaria’s, giving her a light squeeze before he crouches and gives her a hug, nodding toward where he can see others milling about. He spies Seren and thinks it might be worth an introduction of the two sisters, but given how close she is to Remi and Ronin, he thinks better of it for the moment. “Ria, do you see that girl over there?” Angling her so that he might point out Seren, he offers her a soft smile. “That’s your sister, Seren. Do you want to meet her?” He imagines the answer is yes, and the Flood presses a kiss to her temple before he moves to stand, offering a wave to Seren for her to arrive whenever she’s done with her father, Remi, and Mateo.
Sunjata still hangs back though, practically glued to Nate as his attention shifts back to his husband. “What do you think of the party, skatjie?” He asks softly, slipping his arm around Nate’s middle. There’s tension, because of course there is given the fact Sunjata barely trusts anything about this, but otherwise? Otherwise it’s actually quite nice.
So they gather their things, pop through the portal to the Grounds, and Sunjata shifts to give Kamaria and Nate a quick ride toward King’s End, high above the trees and cutting their trek shorter than if they were to travel by foot.
He touches down on the outskirts, lowering himself to the ground and waits patiently for Kamaria and Nate to depart, before he’s shifting back into himself — dressed relatively nicely for a party like this, a buttoned up shirt only halfway open, paired with boots and dark pants. His voice is still wavering between being there and hoarse to disappearing completely, but he’s slowly getting better in other ways. It all just takes time, he supposes.
His hand seeks out Kamaria’s, giving her a light squeeze before he crouches and gives her a hug, nodding toward where he can see others milling about. He spies Seren and thinks it might be worth an introduction of the two sisters, but given how close she is to Remi and Ronin, he thinks better of it for the moment. “Ria, do you see that girl over there?” Angling her so that he might point out Seren, he offers her a soft smile. “That’s your sister, Seren. Do you want to meet her?” He imagines the answer is yes, and the Flood presses a kiss to her temple before he moves to stand, offering a wave to Seren for her to arrive whenever she’s done with her father, Remi, and Mateo.
Sunjata still hangs back though, practically glued to Nate as his attention shifts back to his husband. “What do you think of the party, skatjie?” He asks softly, slipping his arm around Nate’s middle. There’s tension, because of course there is given the fact Sunjata barely trusts anything about this, but otherwise? Otherwise it’s actually quite nice.
we were young, dumb, taking our chance and making romance and breaking our promises
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
trying to be and failing miserably, but am i too late or hearts to your spades?
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.
