SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
Haai is more than content to relish in Isla’s attentions, a puff of smoke slipping from her maw as she licks at the medic’s hands, while Sunjata remains leaning into the comfort of his companion. And when Isla mentions that it’s more than any soldier she’d treated, there’s a part of him that feels validated by it. Being seen in the ways of it not being a tantrum but being so overwhelmed and broken by everything else. How many more things could sit upon them before the earth gave out beneath them?
“Yes and no.” He replies quietly. “Not… Because of Nate. It’s because of everything else.” He sighs, legs swinging a bit over the edge as he leans forward, bracing his arms on his thighs and turns his gaze from the ocean to Isla. “Just wanted to try and clear my head. I think the infirmary for Nate is a good idea.” He tacks on, working his jaw. “He’s… Going to need something to focus on if he can’t get fucked up.” A shoulder rises and falls, because Nate’s coping mechanism was a lot like Sunjata’s own, except he thinks his husband could use some time to not have to constantly let the paranoia in.
“Yes and no.” He replies quietly. “Not… Because of Nate. It’s because of everything else.” He sighs, legs swinging a bit over the edge as he leans forward, bracing his arms on his thighs and turns his gaze from the ocean to Isla. “Just wanted to try and clear my head. I think the infirmary for Nate is a good idea.” He tacks on, working his jaw. “He’s… Going to need something to focus on if he can’t get fucked up.” A shoulder rises and falls, because Nate’s coping mechanism was a lot like Sunjata’s own, except he thinks his husband could use some time to not have to constantly let the paranoia in.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
