SUNJATA
the flood
but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?
He’s sick of it all, of everything that’s been thrust his way, of having no feasible way out of it that didn’t lead to his father’s voice in his mind, telling him that he was right all along. It grinds and grates, paired with Hotaru’s easy dismissal of how much Lusea had meant to him, the things he was willing to do to himself when she no longer breathed.
Everything feels heavy by the time he makes his way back to the jail, his voice raspy, whispered, and gone in ways he hadn’t realized or anticipated. But he arrives, calmer now, more hurt than he is angry, and he steps in to sit at the table on the other side of the door to the cell, running a hand through his hair as he collects himself. I lost my voice, so. He begins, but pours all of his focus into keeping Hotaru from feeling his emotions this time.
Stone-faced and quiet aside from the snippets of his voice, he waits for her to turn around. I’ll have to ask questions this way. Another brief pause, left hand picking up the quill, his lightning scarred right hand making sure the paper is flat before he writes. What all did you tell him about the Advocates?
Everything feels heavy by the time he makes his way back to the jail, his voice raspy, whispered, and gone in ways he hadn’t realized or anticipated. But he arrives, calmer now, more hurt than he is angry, and he steps in to sit at the table on the other side of the door to the cell, running a hand through his hair as he collects himself. I lost my voice, so. He begins, but pours all of his focus into keeping Hotaru from feeling his emotions this time.
Stone-faced and quiet aside from the snippets of his voice, he waits for her to turn around. I’ll have to ask questions this way. Another brief pause, left hand picking up the quill, his lightning scarred right hand making sure the paper is flat before he writes. What all did you tell him about the Advocates?
so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything
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.
